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Post by Admin on Mar 16, 2016 13:36:22 GMT
"I'm not about to baptise you just because. Becoming a Theist is a real commitment, not a whim. And no, that slip just shows that you have paid the tax for entry. In theory it grants you leave of the city and the protection, but don't count on it. I would conclude your business here, and leave at the first opportunity. Trade with thr Earls instead, they don't obey the Bishop's decrees. All the lands east of the Ure (the first river West of Godenburgh) are Earl's land."
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Post by ArtoriusRex on Mar 16, 2016 17:55:43 GMT
OoC: Do you mean west? Just that out looks like only the Horneys are east of Godenburgh.
IC: "Oh, I see. Well."
Saewine drops a crown on the table, and gets up.
"For your kindness. I'll follow your advice and leave on the next tide."
Saewine gathers his crew and makes for the harbour.
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Post by Admin on Mar 16, 2016 18:00:11 GMT
OoC: What are you on about it clearly says west. No I did not edit. No you cannot check the history of edits.
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Post by ArtoriusRex on Mar 16, 2016 21:58:34 GMT
"Then to the harbour."
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Post by Admin on Mar 17, 2016 22:53:07 GMT
The harbour master takes your slip, and you are free to coast out on the strong spring tide...
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Post by ArtoriusRex on Mar 18, 2016 12:47:03 GMT
Naturally, Saewine wouldn't be dense enough to sail into an incoming tide... he wouldn't have floated to Portchester that first time he'd been wrecked otherwise. But since the tide was going out, it pulled the boat along with it, pleasant sailing, for now.
The destination was Portchester. Once more, he'd try to hire men for the Horney Earl's boat. The thought occurred to him that some oars for his own boat might not go amiss. These lads he'd brought with him would surely attest to the other sailors that there's a fine penny to be made sailing to the Horneys. Ah, sure, things would be great in Portchester. Saewine looked out at the horizons. Yes, he thought, things are looking up.
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Post by Admin on Mar 19, 2016 17:20:08 GMT
The Nor'easter forces Saewind to manouevre around Little Horney, to weather the isles and bring him into the Portchester channel, by beating up on the lee.
OoC: Do you want to stop in Little Horney en route?
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Post by ArtoriusRex on Mar 19, 2016 21:00:01 GMT
We do not.
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Post by ArtoriusRex on Mar 19, 2016 21:02:32 GMT
OoC: Please bear in mind rugby, beer, drunkenness, lack of knowledge of sailing.
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Post by Admin on Mar 19, 2016 23:38:32 GMT
That being the case, the journey back to Portchester will take 10 days. After Godenburgh charges, consumption, and wages, you arrive in Portchester with 80 crowns, 13 bushels of various victuals, and 5 skeins of wool. You note that this has lead to a mere break even, for the time being...
You have, however, had the chance to observe your small crew... 3 of them are lubbers, landsmen who can pull on a rope when told, and pull an oar if properly beaten; 2 are ordinary seaman can hand, reef, and steer; the last man impresses you as a genuine sailor, he recognises the chief coastal landmarks, knows his stars and angles, and can conn the boat effectively.
This man is a seaman companion - he has enough skill in seamanship to command a boat independently if required
A little more on Saewine's boat
His brief captaincy has taught Saewine more about his craft than the weeks spent hauling on ropes, and dealing with the netting.
She's as small a tub as can survive on the Bretain Sea, with her short, choppy swell. She carries a simple square sail atop a 10 foot mast, and a very rudimentary jib, or staysail. With a fair wind about the beam, she can make 4 knots, 6 at the risk of a spar. She has four oars, allowing her a little manoeuvrability against the wind, but not enough to have an impact on her cruising speed.
She has no below deck space, her cargo and sailors being berthed beneath the beams, sailcloth alone to protect them from the elements. As captain, Saewine has a 'cabin' (in reality, little more than a large sea-chest built into the stern, below the tiller.
She has room for her crew, netting, and circa 150 bushels of catch (or other goods).
She is weatherly, for a boat of her size, but her leeway leaves much to be desired, and without her oars could leave her vulnerable to a lee-shore. Currently in fine knick, having been repaired in the yards of Portchester.
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