Post by willyum on Mar 24, 2014 17:59:59 GMT -8
So we just finished a learning experience on a visit to the Cursed Isles SMH. The end result was our shippy in a bottle. But no one was hurt.
There was interest in going on a SMH. I am always eager to fight the cultists and dig fer goods and Naninia had never been. Wtaki was interested as well. Merger wanted to go as he had never seen the scary zombies either. Contrary helped us with some charting and Zeo offered us his skills as a jobber. That meant we had six and needed just one jobber.
It took some doing to get to this point. The maps we had were all fer a far away area that was in another arch. We tried to find a shippy, but none were in the correct area. We looked into charting from Admiral, but we were missing one leg of the journey even with Toryis' help. We figured that we would have to call it off or get a ship near the chart somehow. So Wtaki went and bought a sloop just fer the journey! Woo hoo! Naninia and I donated PoE fer the supplies.
So here we were. Six of us crewbies. All ready to go visit the scary islands and fight the Cultists and take their PoE and other treasure. We had just fine rum and small cannon on board. Figuring that the rest of the cargo space would be needed fer all of our loot.
Naninia was navigating. We got to the entry site with no problems. All of us were busy working at our stations, including one jobber. We had our weapons ready and were psyched. Yarrrr!
So we enter. There was scary music. It always sends a shiver down me spine. Brrrrrr. And the fog! There was all that poisonous green fog swirling around. It was hard to see anything.
Nan was doing a fine job guiding us. But unfortunately we were not sure where to go! Wtaki and I had never navigated to the Cursed Isles - we had merely been jobbers on other pirate's SMHs. And Nan had never even seen the Cursed map! Contrary and Zeo were busy at their stations. As was the sole jobber. Merger joined us late and he too was new to the Cursed Isles. It was a prelude to danger. And fer learning. Pushing our limits.
Nan was dodging and shooting and navigating her heart out. It was a brave and fine job. We were all working well as a team. The stations were busy and things were humming. But we were not sure where to go! Nan was lost through no fault of her own. There was no warning and no hints. Everything was basically green fog.
I tried to give her directions, but got confused as well and told her to go to the wreckage. This lead us the wrong way. After taking a large draught of fine rum, me head cleared and I told her to go to the cove. The one with the volcano like thingy on it. But by then it was far too late.
We had been boarded by several of the zombies in their little rafts. Like Wtaki said, they were like rats! Rats all over! Swarming up the ropes and trying to gnaw at our legs and arms. It was ghastly!!!
We tried to ignore then and work our stations while Nan corrected the course. But by then it was too late. Enough zombies had come on board that we could no longer ignore then. We were all drawn into a fight. A fight fer the fate of the new shippy! And fer our journey to the CI! And fer our very lives!!!
But with all the crew fighting, no one could work their stations. So we were out of moves. Dead in the water. I rushed to the rigging and tried me best to get in some moves. I wasn't able to look around to see what everyone else was doing. Perhaps they were still fighting, or back at their station, or maybe even in the water. I could not tell because it was all too frantic.
And then.... then.... we all woke up on the shore of a desolate shore. Not the land of the Cultists. But the closest island to where we had entered. Fortunately, no one was hurt. But we lost the shippy. Wtaki's new shippy. All he had was a bottle with a miniature shippy fer his efforts. At least we were whole in body if not totally sound in mind. After all, we had breathed in much of the noxious green fog, and fought the ravenous zombies in hand to hand combat.
As we gathered on the beach, we realized that it could have gone better. But it was a good learning experience. One that fortunately didn't cost any of our lives. And it was a crewbie SMH. A shared adventure. A bonding experience. And the first step to the next foray to the Cursed Isles!
YARRRR!!!!!!
There was interest in going on a SMH. I am always eager to fight the cultists and dig fer goods and Naninia had never been. Wtaki was interested as well. Merger wanted to go as he had never seen the scary zombies either. Contrary helped us with some charting and Zeo offered us his skills as a jobber. That meant we had six and needed just one jobber.
It took some doing to get to this point. The maps we had were all fer a far away area that was in another arch. We tried to find a shippy, but none were in the correct area. We looked into charting from Admiral, but we were missing one leg of the journey even with Toryis' help. We figured that we would have to call it off or get a ship near the chart somehow. So Wtaki went and bought a sloop just fer the journey! Woo hoo! Naninia and I donated PoE fer the supplies.
So here we were. Six of us crewbies. All ready to go visit the scary islands and fight the Cultists and take their PoE and other treasure. We had just fine rum and small cannon on board. Figuring that the rest of the cargo space would be needed fer all of our loot.
Naninia was navigating. We got to the entry site with no problems. All of us were busy working at our stations, including one jobber. We had our weapons ready and were psyched. Yarrrr!
So we enter. There was scary music. It always sends a shiver down me spine. Brrrrrr. And the fog! There was all that poisonous green fog swirling around. It was hard to see anything.
Nan was doing a fine job guiding us. But unfortunately we were not sure where to go! Wtaki and I had never navigated to the Cursed Isles - we had merely been jobbers on other pirate's SMHs. And Nan had never even seen the Cursed map! Contrary and Zeo were busy at their stations. As was the sole jobber. Merger joined us late and he too was new to the Cursed Isles. It was a prelude to danger. And fer learning. Pushing our limits.
Nan was dodging and shooting and navigating her heart out. It was a brave and fine job. We were all working well as a team. The stations were busy and things were humming. But we were not sure where to go! Nan was lost through no fault of her own. There was no warning and no hints. Everything was basically green fog.
I tried to give her directions, but got confused as well and told her to go to the wreckage. This lead us the wrong way. After taking a large draught of fine rum, me head cleared and I told her to go to the cove. The one with the volcano like thingy on it. But by then it was far too late.
We had been boarded by several of the zombies in their little rafts. Like Wtaki said, they were like rats! Rats all over! Swarming up the ropes and trying to gnaw at our legs and arms. It was ghastly!!!
We tried to ignore then and work our stations while Nan corrected the course. But by then it was too late. Enough zombies had come on board that we could no longer ignore then. We were all drawn into a fight. A fight fer the fate of the new shippy! And fer our journey to the CI! And fer our very lives!!!
But with all the crew fighting, no one could work their stations. So we were out of moves. Dead in the water. I rushed to the rigging and tried me best to get in some moves. I wasn't able to look around to see what everyone else was doing. Perhaps they were still fighting, or back at their station, or maybe even in the water. I could not tell because it was all too frantic.
And then.... then.... we all woke up on the shore of a desolate shore. Not the land of the Cultists. But the closest island to where we had entered. Fortunately, no one was hurt. But we lost the shippy. Wtaki's new shippy. All he had was a bottle with a miniature shippy fer his efforts. At least we were whole in body if not totally sound in mind. After all, we had breathed in much of the noxious green fog, and fought the ravenous zombies in hand to hand combat.
As we gathered on the beach, we realized that it could have gone better. But it was a good learning experience. One that fortunately didn't cost any of our lives. And it was a crewbie SMH. A shared adventure. A bonding experience. And the first step to the next foray to the Cursed Isles!
YARRRR!!!!!!
