MacConnell
Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Day 305: Aboard Ship
Now we are all half-starved and abused prisoners on this accursed ship. Having taken command, you now have it in your power to give this crew the means to stand against this corruption, to strengthen itself, and to take up an actual fight. I wish to stay with this crew, perhaps to even lead them. With you on the land and us on the sea, we can strike back at the Magistry on two fronts."
Standing close enough to Sannit to have heard what was said, Sheldon moves aft toward the Quartermaster. "I can see it in the First-mate. It makes sense that he would readily shift loyalties. He feels relief like a great burden has been lifted, almost like this crew. The Regulars aboard are simple soldiers. That leaves you. How can we trust you? What would make you abandon and even appose your Magistry."
The Quartermaster clears his throat and swallows. The expression on his face shows a combination of sincerity and trepidation. "I have a talent for sailing and I like the open sea. My father was a simple dockhand. I am from the Wharf district. I joined the Ansylin Regulars as a boatswain. With my working knowledge of rigging and sail learned from my childhood and perhaps a natural gift, I was quickly promoted to the position of pilot. There is a certain cruelty expected from ranking soldiers. A cruelty I cannot muster. Because of this I was stationed as Quartermaster of this ship. My talent is still used, but I am out of sight and out of mind.
The First-mate and I are of a similarity in this. There is no future in Asylum for either of us. It is in my best interest to align with your interests. At least there is a hope for a future."
Sheldon nods, satisfied with his answer, and looks to the faces of his friends to see if they are like minded. He then turns to the Regulars and announces. "SOLDIERS. YOU ARE HEREBY REPATRIATED AS MEMBERS OF THE CREW. STOW ALL WEAPONRY AND TAKE YOUR PLACES AMONG THEM. CREW. MAN YOUR CHOSEN STATIONS. YOUR WORLD IS ABOUT TO CHANGE."
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Bulywif, Tor's father, approaches Sannit and speaks to him quietly. "Nephew, if I may, it is not that these men lack courage, for if they did they would not have gone so far as to be remanded to this ship. These are not the criminals they are named, no more than am I. Every member of this crew has at some time tried to convey to the people of Asylum what an unjust, despotic system they are living under. They lacked the means and the talent to walk away like you all were able to do, but each had tried, at one time to make a difference.Sannit strokes his beard... San-Bolo will reclaim any of their gear from the captain's quarters and Bolo will inspect her new bow to make sure it is in proper working order. As cooks they will make sure everyone receives an equal portion of food.
Now we are all half-starved and abused prisoners on this accursed ship. Having taken command, you now have it in your power to give this crew the means to stand against this corruption, to strengthen itself, and to take up an actual fight. I wish to stay with this crew, perhaps to even lead them. With you on the land and us on the sea, we can strike back at the Magistry on two fronts."
Standing close enough to Sannit to have heard what was said, Sheldon moves aft toward the Quartermaster. "I can see it in the First-mate. It makes sense that he would readily shift loyalties. He feels relief like a great burden has been lifted, almost like this crew. The Regulars aboard are simple soldiers. That leaves you. How can we trust you? What would make you abandon and even appose your Magistry."
The Quartermaster clears his throat and swallows. The expression on his face shows a combination of sincerity and trepidation. "I have a talent for sailing and I like the open sea. My father was a simple dockhand. I am from the Wharf district. I joined the Ansylin Regulars as a boatswain. With my working knowledge of rigging and sail learned from my childhood and perhaps a natural gift, I was quickly promoted to the position of pilot. There is a certain cruelty expected from ranking soldiers. A cruelty I cannot muster. Because of this I was stationed as Quartermaster of this ship. My talent is still used, but I am out of sight and out of mind.
The First-mate and I are of a similarity in this. There is no future in Asylum for either of us. It is in my best interest to align with your interests. At least there is a hope for a future."
Sheldon nods, satisfied with his answer, and looks to the faces of his friends to see if they are like minded. He then turns to the Regulars and announces. "SOLDIERS. YOU ARE HEREBY REPATRIATED AS MEMBERS OF THE CREW. STOW ALL WEAPONRY AND TAKE YOUR PLACES AMONG THEM. CREW. MAN YOUR CHOSEN STATIONS. YOUR WORLD IS ABOUT TO CHANGE."
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