Post by Vio on Aug 7, 2022 4:03:12 GMT -5
Johnathan #13 — Charlotte #15
“Don’t worry, Doc,” Mister Kovac assured her, wiping himself clean with a rag. “I’ve only got some bruises.” With that, the chef called across the ship, drawing the focus of those who had managed to procure — whether through humble means or otherwise — foodstuffs for their journey. Glacáin had to admit that she had been sceptical of the crew’s efficiency, but the swift departure from the docks and the rapidly increasing distance from them was testament to it all. Experience and leadership coupled in a display as clean as clockwork. Still, she had something to focus on, eyes sweeping the deck.
She didn’t even ask for the Captain’s permission.
“You. You. And you,” Lotty announced, fingers pointing as she walked across the Nessun Dorma and drawing the eyes of men who had been in the thick of the fight. None had suffered any particularly extreme injury — not by her standards at least — but she had been tasked as the doctor of the crew and was quick to make them aware. “Follow me to the infirmary,” she added, catching the eye of Anstis Johnathan as he steered the vessel further into open waters. No words needed to be exchanged, but it did raise a good question.
“Good to see the two of you wasting no time,” the grizzled veteran nodded. “Aside you two, we’ll have to arrange specific duties for each and every one of you, you hear?” A resounding ‘aye’ from across the ship was his answer. Much as he had an effective crew at his back already, it lacked organisation, but at least the absolute necessities had been accounted for. With food and medicine taken care of, his next priorities needed to be the assignment of secondary leadership roles — a first mate and navigator were top priority. He could hold the role of quartermaster for the time being, but he couldn’t afford to burden himself with all the absolutes.
“Do you need me to take over, Cap’n?” Rabuka asked. The Gyojin approached the ship’s wheel with cool confidence and characteristic calmness now that the rush of combat had left him. Once more, he’d enshrouded himself with that brown cloak of his, concealing his anguilliform physique from prying eyes. “Just give me a heading,” he added.
“Aye. Southwest by west,” John said, stepping back but holding the wheel in place for the Fishman to take up. And Rabuka did just that, nodding softly. “It’s the best wind we’ve got to make some distance from Nuovo Romano,” he said, licking his finger and raising it to the winds to check himself as he moved to a more central point of the deck. “The rest of you! Make yourselves useful if you aren’t already, then we’ll discuss any expertise and put it to vote.” With that, those that were able of body quickly took up tasks as they could, shipping supplies and personal effects to better locations throughout the ship.
Within a matter of minutes, it was Charlotte who returned to the deck, three men in tow with wounds stitched and bandaged. Once more, pallid green eyes scanned the deck and assessed by glance the most injured of individuals, pointing out another three sailors whose wounds — while less severe — were certainly at risk of becoming worse without treatment. There were no questions, not even words, just understanding nods and the passing of duties as they filtered below deck…{Post Synopsis:—}
As the crew of the Nessun Dorma gain distance from Augusteria, Rabuka takes over the helm as the rest of the crew take up their duties. Johnathan contemplates possibilities as they make good their time undisrupted.
Notes: None
Anstis Johnathan | #65000b
Glacáin Charlotte | #4d5d53
Karr Kovac | #ce5a3d
Fenn [NPC] | #86608e
Rabuka [NPC] | #76abdf
Vanessa [NPC] | #00ff40
Joey [NPC] | #fb607f
Alan [NPC] | #e61919Kieran [NPC]| #e2b470
Wallace Royal [NPC] | #f5f3d9
Cecil Rhodes [NPC] | #616052
Miscellaneous [NPC] | #eeeeee | #bbbbbb | #888888 | #555555