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Mark Shepard
Posted: Feb 20 2012, 12:56 PM


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Being summoned to the deck was not unusual for a doctor on a Navy ship. However when the sailor coming in to fetch him couldn’t really say why he was needed, something had to be wrong. The doctor quickly got up and headed straight for the deck where he found a group of people standing, including the newly promoted First Lieutenant Sinclair.

He stepped over to the railing and was actually relieved in a way when he saw that the sudden need for his expertise didn’t involve any of the sailors he knew well and liked. It wasn’t a disaster on the Rose and that was good news. Even though he of course still felt bad for the crew on the other ship. He glanced at it for a moment without speaking. He simply pondered on what could have caused the ship to be so empty.

Spotting the lifeboat floating upside-down in the water, he was about to conclude that they had all drowned or been eaten by sharks. However it seemed unlikely that there would be no signs of humans around here. Finally he turned to the Lieutenant. “I cannot say what caused this ship to be without a crew… However I would strongly advise you to use caution if you plan to send anyone over there” He finally said with a concerned look on his face.
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Gareth Sinclair
Posted: Feb 21 2012, 03:18 PM


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Gareth kept silence for a while, pondering all the men’s words.

Mr. Russell, your experience in this area is invaluable,” he smiled, as politely as at any fancy meeting. ”I think they were not aware of the danger either, perhaps not having detailed maps of the Bahamas. The hurricane we had faced might have been stronger in the South, and the ship either got carried in derive Northwards, or the captain had tried circling the eye of the storm and it got bad, nothing he had expected… But I wonder too why there are no men to see,” the young lieutenant admitted.

In that moment, the swarthy foreign sailor said that it must remain untouched. What nerve was this, to tell a commissioned officer what he must do? This was pure insolence… and Gareth had a good treatment for it right now. Especially that the doctor agreed they could investigate it… but cautiously.

There might have been a tragedy indeed. A fight, a mutiny, something probably; still could they know before seeing it with their own eyes? Welll, not exactly his – he was needed aboard the captainless “Rose” now. But the one who showed being so afraid, and the brave armourer, and a few others… why not? Sending a search party was a good idea. And this would teach the pressed sailor a lesson too.

”Mr. Parrish, you said you are better at fighting, so you’ll lead the investigation team. Arm yourself accordingly! Sergeant McDowell and Mr. Prescott will be a part of the team too… and you,” he looked at the swarthy sailor,”Honeycutt will also be with you,” he thought that a strong man rowing the boat was better suited.

Besides, the unusual sailor’s strength could be needed aboard the Portuguese ship too. He shouted for a few other men, then sent them to prepare for going to the mysterious ship.
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Noah Honeycutt
Posted: Feb 21 2012, 05:01 PM


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So Noah was a little bit worried.
But not because there might be danger lurking on the seemingly abandoned ship. No.
He was worried because everyone else were worried. Everyone around him seemed to be on edge, and a few were even sharing wide-eyed glances filled with worry.
He didn't quite understand what they were afraid of. But there was fear, and he supposed that he should feel a bit of fear himself then as well.
He just didn't know why.

But as the First Lieutenant called his name, there was not a moment of hesitation. He stepped forwards, shoulders slightly hunched and hands wringing the material of his slightly too small shirt, but still he managed to look attentive and respectful.
Although he knew he should at least feel some want to stay in the safety of the Rose, the so called adventure that lurked ahead made the corners of his lips quirk upwards in a small, insecure smile.
Besides, he felt honored for the First Lieutenant to want him to go with the other men.

Perhaps Noah wasn't much of a fighter. Clearly not as good as any of the others.
But fact remained that when there were enemies around, they tended to focus on him first, leaving the more skilled men of the crew unguarded.

Turning his attention towards the boatswain's mate, Gordon Prescott, he tried not to look too annoying, in case the man was in a bad mood.
Noah was always worried about the fact that Prescott seemed to constantly feel the need to be angry and vicious, and he desperately tried to find a way to keep the man happy. Hopefully complete and utter obedience would do...But one never knew.

Making sure to stay attentive to anything the man might say or do, Noah trudged off to prepare for the mission ahead.
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GORDON PRESCOTT & JAMES McDOWELL



The boatswain’s mate was not happy at all when hearing the order. He didn’t dare to say no, of course, but he glared at the lieutenant while answering:

”Yes, Sir!”

Somebody had to keep an eye on those men, indeed, but why exactly he? He didn’t feel so brave… neither curious what had happened to another ship’s crew.

For the marines’ sergeant, the most humiliating thing was to be put under the command of a Navy warrant officer – of an armourer, for God’s sake! What did he really know about battles? And only God knew what bad surprises and obstacles were waiting for them aboard the “BoaVentura”?

He was obviously needed. He was a military man, hardened in fight. Why did the lieutenant gather in the investigation patrol too few marines and mostly sailors?

”Ready to go, Sir!” he said, preparing to descend into the boat.

The boatswain’s mate followed him. A part of the team was already there, prepared to row.


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Posted: Feb 28 2012, 02:09 PM


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Alex immediately stood at attention. "Yes sir! All right men, let's arm ourselves! You heard what he said!"

As the men were starting to prepare themselves, he thought of something else. "Each of you also bring a scarf, if you have them, or a blanket. Supposing it might have been disease which emptied the ship, there may be some of it floating about there. We don't want to get it too! This way we can at least take a clean breath or two in between shots if we have to."

Alex was worried himself, though he would not dare admit it to anyone. Yes, they knew he was worried about disease and pirates, but he was also worried about something nameless. What if they found absolutely nothing? That would be even worse than finding pirates or disease. If they found nothing, people both here and back home in England would surely laugh at them. Their reputations were at stake here, and perhaps the reputation of the entire British naval fleet! This was what Alex was thinking as he armed himself- that they might be investigating nothing. On top of that, this was the most exciting thing that had happened at sea for awhile, and Alex desperately needed there to be some kind of evil lurking, lest he die of boredom.

When everyone had arrived, Alex was simple and direct in his command.

"Move out, men!"

He was probably not the only one wondering what they would find.
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GORDON PRESCOTT & JAMES McDOWELL


Their leader was the armourer. It didn’t make sense for James, neither for the boatswain’s mate, but this was not their call. They had to follow the orders, get armed, go into the boat together with the others and comply with their mission.

The ”Move on!” part did not sit too well with James, while Gordon stifled a curse, unheard, into the neckerchief. He had to admit that having a neckerchief to breathe in was a clever idea. It would have been even cleverer to soak it into turpentine, as it was known to keep away the deadly miasmas, but as long as the doctor didn’t offer it… Well, see the good thing, this meant the neckerchief wouldn’t be unusable later.

The sailors were rowing and the little jolly-boat was approaching the mysterious ship.

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WILLIAM MILLER, ABLE SEAMAN


William Miller had been one of those idle hands who had gathered upon the deck at the first hint of something out of the ordinary, as there was nothing better than the potential for something different to attract the attention of any sailor. And Will had a keener sense of curiousity than most, always expecting every slight change in routine to be the prelude for some exciting adventure. Frequent disappointment had done little to dampen his expectations, and this time it really did seem like something exciting was going on!

Exciting, and a cause for concern as well, too, ship's crews being renowned for their superstitious nature; the sight of a seemingly empty, drifting ship could only be an evil omen. Who knew what mysterious calamity had struck the other crew down? Will's interest became tinged with fear, the ease with which he swung between heights of emotions allowing him to be both highly curious, wanting to go closer and discover precisely what was going on, and hugely worried, desiring nothing else than that they sail away as fast as possible to avoid pirate traps, plague, evil spirits or whatever else might be aboard the eerily drifting ship. These two entirely different points of view warred inside Will's head as he craned his head to peer at the ship, refraining from actually engaging in the many sided discussion about what was to be done.

His close proximity to the discussion, however, meant that when Lieutenant Sinclair called for men to join the expedition, Miller was a name that sprang easily to his lips. Will wasn't entirely sure whether he was glad about this or not. On the one hand, it was an adventure, but on the other hand, it could end in dismemberment by pirates, catching some deadly disease, or being forever cursed by restless spirits. He had no choice in the matter, though, and so he hastened off to arm himself with a pistol, cutlass and scarf before returning to the deck and dropping down into the jolly-boat with the rest of the men.

Taking up an oar, he kept his head down and stayed quiet as he rowed, not wanting to incur the wrath of any of his superiors, most of whom looked rather aggravated about the whole thing. Mister Prescott and Sergeant McDowell looked particularly unhappy with events, and he had no wish to get in the way of their ire; especially not the boatswain's mate, whose temper and skill with the cat was legendary among the Rose's crew.

As they drew nearer to the ship, Will's desire to not get disciplined was slowly overwhelmed by his desire to ask what he felt was a rather pertinent question, and so, after more than a few nervous glances at his superiors, he ventured to say, "Er, begging my pardon for asking, sirs, but, um, what are we going to do when we get to the ship?". He assumed what he hoped was a suitably respectful expression as he spoke, keeping up the smooth strokes with his oar all the while.

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Pemba Bahadur Magar
Posted: Mar 9 2012, 05:25 PM


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He was to be part of the party of unfortunates sent to that cursed ship? Absolutely not. No good would come of going anywhere near that ship. But Pemba Bahadur's attempt to retreat to the ladder was cut short by a boatswain's mate and his starter. With his left shoulder blade stinging from the sharp blow, the Nepali sailor nearly squared off with the petty officer, his instincts vying strongly with his better sense.

It was only the order for the boat crews to arm themselves that prevented him from striking the boatswain's mate back. Being permitted to wear a blade was a rare treasure and Pemba Bahadur knew exactly which weapon he must have, if he was going to be forced into risking his life and his soul. His khukuri was not in the small arms tub, however, and he swore under his breath. One of the long blue coats must have it. The thieving sneaks.

There was nothing for it but to take a heavy cutlass - how he hated the feel of this weapon the instant he picked it up - and slip the leather shoulder belt over his head, as the other sailors were doing. The tall blond sailor who had supported him earlier grinned briefly at him before skipping lightly down the side into the boat that bobbed alongside.

"This will not end in happiness," Pemba Bahadur muttered and steeled himself to make the descent himself. He did not feel at ease once settling into the boat, however, and the boat's coxswain snapped at him to take an oar. With a scowl, Pemba Bahadur obeyed, unable to help feeling deeply resentful. As if it was not bad enough he was being made to endanger himself like this, without having to perform such demeaning work on top of it!
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THE MYSTERIOUS SHIP



On closer examination of the ship the signs of the destruction became much clearer. The torn sails and the mess on the deck showed remarkable resemblance to the HMS Rose after her encounter with a hurricane. The only difference here was that this Portuguese ship was more severely damaged than the Rose had been. The lifeboat in the water could have been blown off the deck and landed upside down near another reef. However the deck and water still showed no sign of life. The things that hadn’t blown around was left exactly where they had last been used and seemed like the crewman using them had only left for a few minutes.

Upon arrival on the deck itself, the boarding party notice how uncomfortable the constant tilt of the ship is. However when that feeling subsided, something else came to the attention of the group. A body. A uniformed man around 30-35 years old. His uniform clearly soaked and dirty which doesn’t match the location where he is found in a staircase going down into the ship where it is currently dry. His sword and pistol was removed but his body did show signs of his demise. His throat had been cut letting him bleed to death.


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They were getting closer, and all the men were agitated, each one for his own reasons. One of the sailors asked, nobody in particular, what they were going to do. While Gordon threw him a disdainful glare, without answering, the sergeant, who knew this man and had no reasons to dislike him, shrugged.

”A search mission. Go aboard and see what is there. If there is anyone to need our help, or if there is anything to tell the ship’s story.”

They shouted “Ahoy Boaventura!” and nobody answered, so they adventured onboard. James had an eerie feeling from the desert ship. He was a brave man, so he took his sword, being ready to answer an attack… which came from nowhere.

Intrigued by the lack of people, they continued to explore the main deck, the lower deck… First, they realized that whatever had happened to the crew had been sudden, catching them unprepared. The trunk where equipment was stored had been left open, ropes were here and there, it really seemed that the crew had tried to start the repairs after the hurricane, but something had deterred them…

Gordon was more afraid of the way the ship was moving beneath his feet. He suspected that it was caught on a reef in a fragile balance, ready to sink any time. And this made him more than uncomfortable, each step being more cautious.

James discovered a man in a blue uniform, different than the British Navy officers, so he couldn’t know what exactly he was. Given his military discipline, he knew that he had first to call the leader of the searching party:

”Mr. Parrish! I found a corpse! It seems to have been a mutiny of sorts, I think…”

”Or an enemy’s attack! It looks a little bit like the Spanish uniforms…” Gordon countered.

They were looking confused at their leader, with a chill on their spines, especially how it seemed that the dead man was looking at them accusatorily. Was he asking for revenge?


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WILLIAM MILLER, ABLE SEAMAN


Will thought that Sergeant McDowell's answer - while at least not shouted, snapped or otherwise delivered violently - wasn't really that helpful. Maybe it was because he was a marine, not a sailor, but he didn't really seem to be considering issues that Will thought were remarkably important. Such as: what happens if the ship only looks abandones, and there's actually a horde of bloodthirsty rogues waiting to kill them all? Or, what if some horrible disease has killed all the crew, and they are all in danger of catching it and dying horribly? Or, what if the ship sank while they were on it, and they all died?

Not liking that so many of his potential scenarios for the ship that was slowly approaching ended in messy, unpleasant death, he nevertheless bit his tongue, nodded, and merely said, "Aye sir." Sailors weren't, after all, praised if they asked too many questions or sounded unsure about anything, and Will was still trying to not attract any negative attention. He quite liked life with the skin on his back intact, thank you very much.

As they stepped aboard, Will unconsciously held his breath, not sure if he was waiting for murderous pirates, murderous ghosts or murderous anything elses, and was almost - almost! - disappointed when nothing happened as they all scrambled up to the deck, tethering the jolly-boat to the ship's rail, and leaving one of the sailors in it to prevent it from drifting away. Shifting his way into the middle of the search party - he had no intention of being one of those people on the edge, who were sure to be the first one's struck down by any attackers - he gripped the cutlass he'd armed himself with tightly, twitching every time a strange noise echoed through the abandoned ship, and flinching whenever the ship shifted.

The ship herself was decidedly creepy, and as a man who loved the sea, and enjoyed being a sailor (though he could do with more rum and less discipline, but then what sailor couldn't?) Will felt really uncomfortable aboard the unfortunate Boaventure. She just felt wrong: a ship shouldn't be this empty, and the way she shifted upon the reef was concerning, to say the least. He couldn't shake the fear that she might decide to simply give up on her tenous grip upon remaining afloat, and slide quietly into the limitless depths of the ocean, taking them all with her.

In some ways, Will was almost glad when they found the body (potentially angry ghosts aside) because at least it indicated that people had once been aboard this ship, and it wasn't one of those spirit ships that sailors told tales of when particularly drunk, or to scare the ship's boys. On the other hand, finding a body meant that they'd found a body, and even if he wasn't someone Will had known, there was still something very unpleasant about the accusing way he stared at them all. And, Will realised, after a few moments of nervous staring at the body, there was something decidedly strange about his clothing...

"Um, sirs?" he ventured, switching his gaze between the boatswain, the armourer and the marine sergeant, for though the armourer was in charge, he was most afraid of the boatswain, and felt that the sergeant had the most useful skills for a situation like this. It was a difficult job, really, just being a common sailor, and having to decide who was the most appropriate senior officer for the situation. "I don't think he was killed here... or if he was, then he was somewhere else just before he died. His clothes are all wet, sirs, and it's dry as a bone in here."

Dry as a bone... maybe that was an unfortunate choice of phrase, and Will felt a cold shiver work its way up his spine.

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Posted: Mar 16 2012, 06:05 PM


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Despite himself, Chase shuddered when he heard the bullock call out that hateful word. The one word he couldn't even bring himself to think of. Leave it to a Marine to say it, though. Empty-headed fool. He rapped his knuckles against the bulwark and hoped that such a terrible thing was not, in fact, what had claimed this ship's company.

He gripped the short haft of the boarding axe - this being his preferred weapon - and tried to ignore the unease he felt at the irregular motion of the stranded ship. How she had not broken up on this reef was quite beyond him, but being aboard while she remained aground on it was definitely nerve-wracking. The tormented creaking and groaning in the poor ship's timbers made him very anxious, though he strove to conceal it. Just as long as none of them were still aboard when the doomed ship finally did come apart.

"Don't you lads go below," Chase muttered at a couple men from the boat crew, who had been looking like they were about to head for the companion ladder. If the worst happened, it was much better to be topside, where a quick escape to safety could be made.

Miller's words helped bring the two seamen back toward the group, for which Chase was both grateful and wary. If that officer - or whatever he was - hadn't been killed on the weather deck, where had it happened?

"This ship is not safe," said the short, dark-skinned ordinary seaman, who'd expressed such unhappiness about this ship earlier. "It is cursed."
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A mutiny or an attack, hmm? Alex wondered which was really more likely. To be attacked, well, the attackers would have been able to catch them... doing what? Alex didn't have a clue. But there had to be a reason for an attack.

"But why would the Spanish navy have killed the Portuguese? It doesn't make a lot of sense." Alex said. Wasn't Portugal allied with Spain? Not that he really knew... he'd never been the best history student. But back in the time of Columbus, he thought they had been. "Someone may correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't Spain and Portugal allies in the time of Columbus?"

A mutiny though... that made more sense. But what exactly were they having the mutiny against?

"Go below, but proceed with caution," Alex decided after a moment. It was the only way to know for sure what had gone on, even if Alex didn't really want to go below himself. He could hardly blame the men for being less than enthusiastic. Still, he smiled with a secret pride. They had found something, and a corpse was better than nothing at all.
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WILLIAM MILLER, ABLE SEAMAN


Will fervently nodded his agreement to Cob's words, rather glad that the friendly and sensible (or, at least, Will had always thought him so, though as they were in different messes aboard a ship with a complement of 500, their interactions up until this point had been limited) Able Seaman was in the party. Even if he knew him mostly through reputation, Cob had a good one, and in circumstances like these, Will didn't think he could be picky about his allies.

Especially not when the armourer seemed to be trying to kill them all. There he was, standing around discussing the whys and whens and whos like they weren't all in danger of being attacked by, well, whatever they might be attacked by, and as if the ship they were standing on didn't have the potential, at any moment, to dislodge herself from where she was wedged precariously upon the reef that had wrecked her - and now he was wanting them to go below?

Will would deny that he let out a squeak, but he certainly emitted a rather high-pitched noise of disapproval and no-oh-god-he-can't-really-mean-that-can-he? Below was where murderous whatevers could be lurking, and even if there weren't bloodthirsty someones, then being below would mean they had even less chance of getting clear of the ship when she deiced to sink. He managed, quiet quickly, to turn his squeak into words: "Go below?"

Only belatedly did he realise that the complete disbelief in his voice could be taken the wrong way, and so he hastily added, "I mean, um, go below, sir?" That was probably not any better, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to voice any of the many concerns running through his head, somehow feeling that voicing them would make them more real. Instead, he managed to retrieve his common sense long enough to put forward a mostly reasonable point. "But, uh, what if the ship sinks even further? We could be trapped if we're below."

And if they got trapped then they'd be completely at the mercy of ghosts, pirates, the Spanish (or Portuguese, or whatever Parrish was saying he thought the uniforms were, but they were practically the same, weren't they?) mutineers, angry spirits, ghostly mutineers, angry spirits of ghost pirates, angry mutineering spirits of Spaniards, cursed and angry ghosts of mutineers... The potential dangers were endless! And, if they managed to avoid all of those things that any cursed ship could have, then they might all drown. Horribly (there wasn't any other way to drown, Will was certain of it).

Will really wanted to avoid those options; he liked living an uncursed, unhaunted life, and this whole expedition aboard this doomed ship was making him feel that his chances of avoiding curses, hauntings and death were getting smaller by the minute!

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If Noah had been a normal person, he would, like William, have been terrified. Scared out of his wits. But as it was, he didn't feel anything but a slight discomfort in his stomach, which might as well have come from eating something that didn't quite sit well with him.
He had never quite understood the feeling of fear. He had never felt fear when faced with anything that might not end well.
Some say he was a bit too dim to be afraid.
Others said he was just too trusting of those around him.
He trusted them to keep him safe, to not put him in the line of danger, much as his family had done when he was a child.
He believed that everyone was good and pure and kind, even when they acted anything but.
Even the boatswain’s mate was surely a good person, even if he did tend to be a bit sadistic at times.

As Mr.Parrish told them to go down below, he nodded eagerly, somewhat excited to be part of the small group.
It meant they trusted him to keep them safe, didn't it, and that in turn was an honor.
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." He said, before patting William on the back. It was meant to be comforting, but Noah seemed completely oblivious at times to his own strength, and could at times use a bit more force than necessary.
"Don't worry, William. Mr.Parrish knows what he's doing." He said,voice bright and cheery, before stepping past the shorter crew member and going below.
He probably should have been more cautious, but as Noah was completely horrible at creeping around, he moved down below as if he was still aboard the HMS Rose, and there was a feast like never before waiting for him down there.
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