Voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

Some time ago, I posited the idea of building a ship. While it was met with derision by some -- [You know who you are.] -- recent events have convinced me that there is no other reasonable course of action.

We are entering a time of ease now, and I feel very strongly that we must act before the next catastrophe arises. While we have the opportunity and the materials, we can construct a proper ship. This will give us the freedom to explore beyond the turtle's shell, and give us a means of escape, should it sicken again.

I believe there is enough wood from the homes destroyed when the satellite fell to salvage and build a modest ship. It will not hold all of us, but it is a fine start. With more mobility, I believe we can find the materials we need to make a proper go of it.

For those who question my qualifications, I am an Admiral of his Majesty's navy, formerly in the employ of the East India Trading Company. I have more than the proper qualifications to oversee the construction and voyages of such a vessel.

Comments

[mopirates_moproblems]

It's a butchered pronunciation of yawl, which really isn't the point. I assure you, she will be thoroughly tested and quite seaworthy.

[langsyne]

[No, that doesn't make things any better because Scott has no idea what a 'yawl' is either - some weird mix between a yowl and a yawn?? - but he's smart enough to catch on that this really isn't an acceptable topic of discussion (at least at the current moment) and gracefully moves on.]

What're you planning on doing once you've got her all built? Just...sail away from here?

[mopirates_moproblems]

Perhaps, although there are difficulties with that course of action.

[The barrier. The fact that he -- and many others -- are, most likely, dead. They don't have a good enough hold on where they are to make for land, yet, and whose to say the world they visited would be better than life on the Turtle?]

[langsyne]

You mean apart from slamming into whatever magical barrier's out there and then getting eaten by piranhas. Not necessarily in that order.

[None of that was meant to be taken seriously through (although piranhas would be somewhat terrifying).]

So what do you need then? Materials, designs, slave labor...?

[mopirates_moproblems]

Apart from that. Precisely.

[Humor? Or not? James is so dry, it's quite impossible to tell.]

Materials and labor, certainly.

[langsyne]

[Scott will claim a win when he can, so that dryness is getting tucked away as humor.]

What do you need mostly? Wood? I can try and keep an eye out for whatever you need.

[mopirates_moproblems]

Wood, indeed. And metal, for appropriate nails, rivets, and other fastenings. We'll need strong lengths of fine rope, canvas, and tar ultimately. As well as general cleaning supplies and mechanical tools.

[langsyne]

[Scott's mentally noting to keep an eye out for all of these things as he goes about his daily shopping ritual.]

When are you hoping to start building?

[mopirates_moproblems]

As quickly as possible.

[langsyne]

[Right. Of course. Why did he even bother asking?]

I'll see what I can find. [Um.] What was your name again? And where did you want them dropped off?

[mopirates_moproblems]

Admiral James Norrington.

[The heaviest sigh.]

As for a drop off location -- I will be in touch with that information. You will, of course, be well compensated.

[langsyne]

[Norrington does get a small smile for that.]

Works for me. And as long as I get a ride in one of this ships, we'll call it fair.

[mopirates_moproblems]

If you are sure.

[No dancing around it with James. If Scott is willing to do the work for nothing, he's not going to argue.]

[langsyne]

[Scott is willing to do lots of work for lots of people. It's just how he rolls.]

I'm sure. Just let me know where and when.