Solo (Sailing) All Hands On Desk!

Pulren learns the terms of sailing that will be used in future lessons.

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(Sailing) All Hands On Desk!

Postby Pulren Marsh on July 6th, 2014, 11:49 pm

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8th of Summer, 514 AV

With his ever filling study book open, Pulren looked around the small classroom in the University. There were a few other hopeful sailors there, but no one he recognized. They all shared a puzzled look among them, as the only water to be seen was a steady drip outside the window from a recent rain shower. A few sighs escaped the mouths of the students when a slight dragging sound brought their attention to the entryway of the room. A middle aged man of about six feet in height limped into the room, his lame leg seeming to function a bit.

"Everyone done lookin at me leg?" The class snapped their attention up to his face, a weathered thing that had been out in the sun and wind for some time. Curly chops framed a square face beneath a cap, a sort of scowl impressed upon it. Whether the scowl came with the face or grew there was a question for the ages. "Alright then. I'm Cap'n Walt Roy and I'll be trainin ye lads to gain yer sea legs and call yourselves proper sailors. You can call me Cap'n." Pulren nodded and wrote the man's name in his book nonetheless, underlining Cap'n for emphasis of memory.

Picking up a piece of chalk, Cap'n Roy proceeded to draw the shape of a ship as if looking down at it, the pointed end at the top and the squarish rounded end at the bottom. He then drew a straight line next to it with a sort of rounded half circle beneath it, little wave shapes at the middle of it to represent the side view of the boat. Pulren did his best to copy the diagram on the next two open pages, leaving plenty of room for notes.

"You're probably all wondering why we are in a room rather than out on a boat for sailing lessons. It's a simple answer. There's a much smaller chance of ye drowning in this room. When ye can all prove that you have the knowledge of the boat and can follow simple directions, we might take a walk down to the docks, but none sooner." Looking out at the class, he turned to the board.
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(Sailing) All Hands On Desk!

Postby Pulren Marsh on September 14th, 2014, 9:51 am

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Roy's chalk tapped and scratched against the board as he wrote the word Bow on the pointed end of the looking down sketch. Pulren copied the same on his drawing. Next, Roy wrote the word Aft on the rounded end. Quills scratched their own marks and then ceased as Roy turned around, pointing generally at the picture as he spoke.

"Aft and bow. These are the first n most important directions ye should know. The aft is the back of the ship, so when yer cap'n tells ye to get aft, that's what he's meanin. More importantly is the bow of the ship. Now, o'course ye might expect it te be the front and ye'd be correct. But the bow is most important te ye due te the next set of directions". Turning back around as quickly as someone with a gimpy leg could, he began scratching out two more words on the left and right of the top down diagram.

Port and Starboard.

Again, turning, though a slight wince slowed him down in his mobility, Roy continued. "Port is the left side of the ship if'n yer lookin at the bow. Starbaord the right. This is how ye will hear everything on a ship because out in the open waters, left and right dun do nothin but confuse the green. Bein confused makes yer Cap'n angry. And then ye'll be takin a rest with Laviku. Clear enough?"The room fell silent. The students, Pulren included, weren't sure if he really meant that. Get dropped off the ship for angering the Captain? Surel---

"Are we clear!!??!!

A resounding "Yes, Cap'n" combined with "Yes, Sir" and a strange noise of fright from one student in back made for a noise that satisfied Roy. Nodding, he answered, "Fair enough. Ye get caught out in the open sea with a bad attitude? Ye might as well jump in and see where ye get." He turned back to the board and everyone looked at each other with a mix of awkward grinning and confusion. It was fair food for thought.
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(Sailing) All Hands On Desk!

Postby Pulren Marsh on November 2nd, 2014, 7:55 am

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"Now,", the thunderous barnacle continued,"since we are coverin directions of all sort, let's speak o the most important direction a ship could travel in." Roy drew a pair of intersecting lines and a line cutting an angle on the side view, pointing out what had to be a sail. A large cloud shape was drawn and an arrow from the cloud pointing into the sail came next. Over the arrow was written windward.

"Windward. The way the wind be goin. If'n ye aren't travelin with the wind there be two reasons. One your Capn has some other and better idea. Two, yer Cap'n is an idiot. EIther way, ye greens haven't any say in it, but at least ye kin feel good te know when yer Cap'n is not completely daft once ye are headed in the direction of the wind." Scratching of quills followed in echo of this new information. "If'n ye were head opposite of the wind's direction," he looked over at the class from his shoulder, no doubt easier than turning on his gimp leg,"and, of course, considerin yer Cap'n's not daft, ye'd be goin leeward, which is the opposite o windward."

Turning back around on his pivot, Roy leaned into the podium, his eyes leering at the young sailors to be. "If'n ye hadn't figured it out yet, the sail be the most important part o th boat. That's why it be called sailing, not boating. All we want is wind in the sail and we will get that wind any way we can, even if'n we must call on Zulrav Himself te bring it." An eye of humility tinged with fear shot up to the ceiling of the classroom with the minor blasphemy.
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(Sailing) All Hands On Desk!

Postby Keene Ward on February 1st, 2015, 7:48 am

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“It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without."
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Pulren :
Skills:
  • Observation | +2 EXP
    Writing | +2 EXP
    Copying | +2 EXP
    Drawing | +1 EXP
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Lores:
  • Sailing: Aft and Bow
    Sailing: Port and Starboard
    Sailing: Windward and Leeward
    Captain Walt Roy: The Lame Instructor


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Short, sweet, and to the point! Very nice. That old barnacle man was fantastic, haha, good work, Pul!
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