Terrors waking that morning will find a few things amiss with the ship: 1. it's hot and humid inside their cabins, and 2. the ship itself is rocking. Swaying, in fact, as though the ice beneath them has melted and the ship is moving. Which it is, actually, and quite quickly too.
The holes in the side of Terror have been repaired, the rigging put up on the masts, the dual wheels of the helm moving as the ship races through the waves on its own. Up above the sun is shining brightly.
H.M.S. Terror is sailing once more, destination unknown.
The holes in the side of Terror have been repaired, the rigging put up on the masts, the dual wheels of the helm moving as the ship races through the waves on its own. Up above the sun is shining brightly.
H.M.S. Terror is sailing once more, destination unknown.
Harry | OTA
Date: 2020-06-29 02:11 pm (UTC)There are too many wonders for him to care about the heat. There's the miracle of a blue sky and the smell of salt air, and at some point you will hear him let out an exclamation and run to the bow, where he nearly falls off the ship from the excitement of seeing a pod of dolphins merrily leaping alongside. He finds the sample-collecting nets and begins pulling up all manner of fish and sea-creatures—including, at one point, a man o' war jellyfish that gets thrown back with a very long stick.
As the sun sets on the first day, you'll find him sitting in the rigging, the better to watch a whale in the near distance as it breaches over and over again for the sheer joy of it all.
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Date: 2020-06-29 04:52 pm (UTC)She eventually notices that Goodsir's starting to turn red, the silly fucking Scot, and she shakes her head and treks back down into the hold to look for a balm.
By the time she comes back up he's climbing the fucking rigging, and she sighs to herself and eyes the ropes. The wind's blowing something fierce, and everybody below's going to get a good show of her snatch if she does follow him up there, but she's already gone through the effort of finding the balm and gathering up some biscuits to force him to stop and eat fucking something, so she might as well follow the plan the fuck through.
Trixie curses and tries to tie up her skirts into makeshift bloomers, then begins the slow climb up the rigging. Goddamn men, making her go through extra effort just to make sure they don't come whining to her later about their aches and pains. Not that she thinks Goodsir's that type, but it's her general experience speaking.
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Date: 2020-06-29 05:08 pm (UTC)Harry sees her coming up; luckily for her he's only stopping about a third of the way up. He beams at her and waves jauntily.
"Trixie—look! Over there!" He points. "A southern right whale, I do believe. See how he leaps!"
The whale arcs out of the water with a grace almost unimaginable in something so enormous and lands with a splash. Nearby, there are other shapes in the water, and an occasional rising fluke indicates the presence of more whales. Harry is trying to count them; as best as he can tell, there might be as many as a dozen. gathering together for a purpose known only to them.
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Date: 2020-06-29 06:04 pm (UTC)"I've never actually seen dolphins before," he admits, not at all bothering to hide the joy in his voice. "They're wonderful."
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Date: 2020-06-29 06:48 pm (UTC)"They are a delight," Harry agrees. "Look—do you see the variations of colour on their bodies? Light below and dark above—to make them more difficult to see."
One of the dolphins, apparently deciding that it's time to show off for the observers, leaps out of the water and corkscrews through the air before splashing back down again.
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Date: 2020-06-30 01:41 am (UTC)She approaches the doctor Trixie spoke so highly about, intent on giving him a proper hello. But when she sees the gelatinous creature he pulls up, she lets out a soft yelp. "What is that?!"
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From:Open Log for Crozier
Date: 2020-06-29 05:19 pm (UTC)But he doesn't do any of those things. The heat is punishing, and he takes off layers until he standing in shirtsleeves and waistcoat, sweating under the glare of the sun reflecting an actual open ocean. Around him the ship creaks and moans, the sails full and pushing them forward on their own. It's as though Terror knows where she's going, and Crozier, knowing her as well as he does, is willing to let her experience this unheard of freedom before he takes command.
Up until five minutes ago, Francis Crozier believed he would never sail ever again. He's weeping unabashedly, tears streaking down his face as he stares off into the smooth horizon. Jesus Christ, it's a goddamn beautiful sight.
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Date: 2020-06-29 05:30 pm (UTC)Taking a few hesitant steps forward, he sees his Captain, looking years younger, and walks up beside him. "Captain..." But there were no words that came after. He was just so happy.
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Date: 2020-06-30 03:08 pm (UTC)"It's a fine day for it, Captain," she says. God, what a relief to not have to wear her damned greatcoat every time she ventures out of her cabin. She's wearing a straw sailor hat against the sun, a white linen shirt, and linen culottes. She was going for "breezy and functional" and feels that she's hit the mark.
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From:open thread for Strange!
Date: 2020-06-29 05:59 pm (UTC)Like most of the ship, Strange spends the first few days on the deck as much as possible. The sun is nice, the salt air is refreshing, and there is so much for him to see out there. He spends the first day just watching the waves, chasing down his hat after the wind inevitably knocks it off his head, muttering a spell as he tries (and fails!) to coax the temperature into something less humid, and attempting to feed the raven some small fish caught in one of the sample-collecting nets.
All in all, he seems to be brimming with barely contained excitement. It is so wonderful to see something new compared to the past few weeks of nothing but ice.
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Date: 2020-06-29 11:53 pm (UTC)"What do you think about Terror now, old man?" he calls out to Strange. He pauses, frowning. "Are you feeding that bloody bird?"
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From:Re: open thread for Strange!
Date: 2020-06-30 01:50 am (UTC)As he breathes in the sea air, though, he grumbles at himself for waiting so long. It is nice, and he's allowed to enjoy something, at least for a while. He is about to walk to the railing when something hits his leg and he reaches down, picking up the most ridiculous hat he's ever seen.
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From:Sabriel | OTA
Date: 2020-06-30 02:56 pm (UTC)The rigging is also tempting, and she tests herself by climbing into it, trying to see out as far as possible. She doesn't go up too high for fear of falling, but she has a steady hand and a fearlessness of youth.
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Date: 2020-06-30 05:48 pm (UTC)She stops when she sees the girl on deck, studying what appears to be magic. Strange had mentioned Sabriel, but she hadn't yet had the chance to meet her, and this seemed as good a time as any to introduce herself. "Hello. Am I correct in assuming that you are Miss Sabriel?"
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Date: 2020-06-30 09:53 pm (UTC)"Evening. Heard you tangled with a sea monster."
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Date: 2020-07-01 01:44 am (UTC)A noise catches his attention. He turns to look at the new arrival, ready to fire off a snippy comment if it's Goodsir or try to mend bridges if it's Trixie...but it's the new girl. She'll hopefully be decent conversation.
"You're the new wizard," he says, as he nods at Sabriel. Well, one of them anyway. He spent the entire meeting hungover but he still retained some information. "I don't think we've met. Dorian Gray, pleasure to meet you."
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From:Shaun OTA
Date: 2020-06-30 09:11 pm (UTC)Sometimes he's talking to himself, sometimes he's not, but he definitely looks a bit more relaxed than usual. Lots of fresh air without a pile of unfamiliar winter gear is a nice change.
I couldn't resist!
Date: 2020-06-30 09:46 pm (UTC)As he spots Shaun, he lets out a soft whistle. "Hey! Waiter! Can I get a rum and Coke?"
IT IS PERFECT
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From:Una | Open
Date: 2020-07-01 03:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-07-01 12:07 pm (UTC)"How's the view?" he calls out to her, not quite ready to move from his comfortable spot near the railing.
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From:Thomas | Open!
Date: 2020-07-01 12:27 pm (UTC)Still, he likes the idea of working in the sunshine and so can be found bent over his work, parsing through numbers and figures and matching them to charts. He sets his compass down finally in front of him, as if reminding him that they were, indeed, sailing south. It’s mostly just practice, since the stars don’t always line up to the charts they have, but he doesn’t mind the challenge.
He does eventually give into the heat and settles for rolling up his shirtsleeves and ridding himself of everything else. He will welcome any who approach, and occasionally will take a break to walk the railing and catch a spray of salt water.
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Date: 2020-07-01 03:06 pm (UTC)"Oi, Captain," she teases. "Stop for a fuckin' minute so you can eat something."
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Date: 2020-07-01 04:24 pm (UTC)Dorian gets right in Jopson's light, casting a shadow on the table as he gives the now-navigator a smile. "Take a break and climb up the rigging with me," Dorian says, in a tone of voice that fully implies he expects Jopson's going to do what he asks.
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