RP Channel Fleet

[Crosshair]

Ok I'm guessing we're to have no more members... So the rest of the marines and sailors are now NPCs. the marine officers can control the Marines, and the sea officers can tell the Seamen what to do.


Game started!




Sparrow's position: Just out of Portsmouth.

The sun rises over the hazy horizon as the Sparrow coasts lightly with the wind, her wake hardly noticable in the light breeze. The cool of the early morning is soft against the cheeks of the men on watch, already thinking of the hammocks below that would greet them at the tolling of the bell. Below in the Great cabin, Captain Cantr Freak of the Royal Navy Channel Squadron is sat at his desk, reading an immaculately written letter, emblazened with the seal of the Admiralty. Reading it again and again, he nods to himself, and then stands, moving to the map table, examining a chart.

Loire's position: Underway out of Brest.

"Again, Mr Dogonabun! I want these men firing a broadside in the quickest time in the navy!" Shouts Captain Pie of the Loire. The sailors looked up, sweating and dirty through the drifting gunsmoke as the early morning exercise got underway. The Captain stands in the middle of the Quarter deck, staring out to the West...

[CantrFreak]

*He walks out of the cabin adorned in flamboyant red and black clothing. He surveys the deck before making his way to the pilot and discusses the possibility of heading east.*

[Crosshair]

*A tall thin man comes up on deck from the officer's mess, wiping his face with a shaving towel... He is lean, has dark hair and green eyes, and is resplendant in the red coat and white facings of the Royal Marines. He dons his bicorne hat over his hair, tied back to the nape of his neck. He sees the Captain and touches his hat to him* Sir, wonderful morning sir.

[Pie]

All right everyone! time for the morning exercises. Cannons at the ready, marines form boarding parties! We should be ready at all times for an attack, or for our attack. No telling who, or what could come through an early morning fog. Don't want to be caught with our pants around our ankles, do we now? Hup hup, c'mon men, double time now! Out of your beds and into your formations. And someone scrub the deck wile your at it! I don't want to have to clean my shoes every time I step out of my cabin now. Clenlyness is next to godlyness. And gods always win wars.

[Pie]

*walks up and down the deck as marines fall into position, cannons are loaded, and men are readied for battle.* that's the way, men! *walks progresively towards the first officer dogonabun, and tells him something as he walks by* report to my office after morning exercises. We have new orders. Tell the other officers for me. *returns to walking the deck* hup hup! make those lines tight! Perfection, men! Per-fec-tion! if we achieve that, we achieve victory! And a nice little pile of franks for the family at home, eh?

[Pie]

*double post oops*

[Dogonabun]

The officer gives Pie a sharp salute, "Aye, monsieur, it shall be done."
He then quickly scouts out Toon and Tangential, relaying the report before he returns to his post.

[toon]

*he walks out of the cabin of the ship and salutes Captain Pie* Mornin'. *he walks to his station and Yells to the sailors.* You Heard Captain Pie.

[Tangential]

*he nods to Dogonabun and turns sharply to his men* Ladies! You heard the Captain. I want -no- mistakes. Any mistakes, I'll throw you off this ship so you best swim faster than the sharks.

*he belts out in a strong clear voice* Gentlemen, sound off our current status. In this order please: Weapon and ammo stocks, weather conditions, ship post shifts, current coordinates of our ships, and last known coordinates of our enemy ship NOW!

[CantrFreak]

"No time for pleasantries, Lieutenant. We've new orders, we're pursueing some ship called the Loire. Somewhere along the Breste, but they know we're coming so we'll need to be careful. I want everythnig in top condition for the next few days. 150%." *He turns out and yells to a man standing below him.* "And where's that boy that was found sleeping on duties?"

*Man says, "Right 'ere, sir!" and points to a 15-year old kid.*

Captain F. (OOC: C... F? Captain F.?) turns to the boy and pulls out his gun aiming it at his head. "Next time you're found sleeping I'll use this gun and shoot you in the head and let the sharks have at your corpse. But I think I'll promote you. Congratulations, you'll have the honor of being one of the first to board the enemy ship. *He grins and shoots the boys left shoulder and watches as he stumbles over.* I will not tolerate any mistakes aboard this ship. From now on! I will kill anybody that I see hesitate or slack off in the slightest. In battle, you will not give way. You will not retreat unless I say to. I do not encourage heroism either and will shoot you if you run off without the orders to do so.

[Pie]

Allright boys! one more time! Midshipmen toon, order the men to fire. *pulls out a golden watch on a silver chain, and starts counting as they fire* come on men! we aren't using any cannonballs so waist isn't anything to worry about. Under a minute now men! hup hup! I'd do it all myself, and you know I would if it wasn't for the position I'm in. can't be at 40 places at once, now can I? *watches as they relode and fire again,

and then waits in the silence, loopking morosely at the watch, and whipsers to toon, the men looking disdainly at him as he does* 45 seconts. Give the men another round of rum, and have them wash the deck afterwards. Give them my prais. Tell them they have an hour off to. And report to my cabin. *and walks up the stairs, unto the beating sun of the deck* Dogonabun! Tangential! Hurry the men up with what they're doing and report to my cabin! In honor of the gunemen getting 45 seconts in reloding, we all have an extra round of rum and morning exersises end early today!

(ooc: sorry about me over roleplaying, just want to get the officers in the cabin. important matters to role play and the like!)

[toon]

Ok, men. Grab some rum and clean the deck. After that you got an hour to waste away. *he pulls out his pistol as he walks toward the cabin of the ship* If this decks Not clean by the time I get back, the barrel of this gun is goin up your... *he disapears into the cabin of the ship*

[Tangential]

*he turns to his right hand man, signaling him over. The man quickly runs to his side* I want these men to do our daily timed drill. Quick shot and reload, quick shot again. Time it and do it multiple times. Anyone taking more than 25 seconds between shots will scrub the deck! No slackers here, only champions! *he shouts loudly before he swiftly turns to goes through the doors of the cabin*

[joo]

*First officer Joo of the Royal Navy walks out into the watery dawn light, sniffing the air then making a sharp turn onto the deck. His hair is bound into a small ponytail by a discrete black ribbon and he has an elaborate moustache

*He notices a few men who are idling on the decks and drawns in a hefty breath before bellowing:*

ALRIGHT YOU DOGS! WHICH ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO POLISH MY BOOTS THIS MORNING? *He steps closer, and speaks in more even, mocking tone* Or have you all got something better to do?

*As the men furtively find tasks with which to occupy themselves, he extends a cane carried at his side and hooks the shoulder of a smooth-faced young sailor*

Spit-polish, and don't miss a spot or you'll be licking the underside of this boot in a minute *taps his right foot sharply*

[Crosshair]

*he nods in reply to the Captain, looking away in distaste at the maltreatment of the boy, and moves to inspect his Marines, fallen in as usual*