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Post by Sam on Mar 8, 2008 0:19:09 GMT -5
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The next day Ser Tarannon stumbled out of bed, washed, and stopped in the privy before donning his tunic and sword-belt. He left the inn and walked towards the piers with his usual six guards, while the rest of his men were allowed to sleep in and eat and drink at their leisure. The sun had been up for three hours, and Ser Tarannon hoped that he would already find Peters' crewmen working on the Valkyrie by the time he got to the ship's berth.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 8, 2008 15:49:33 GMT -5
The work crews are indeed hard at work, the short foul mouthed shipwright is standing on a barrel giving orders to his works, when he sees the westerman approach.
"Oi, well hello there. Things progressing right along. You made the damage sound worse than it is you know, seems like it shouldn't take all that long to get her fixed and sea worthy again."
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Post by Sam on Mar 8, 2008 15:54:02 GMT -5
Ser Tarannon lifted a hand to shade the blinding sunlight from his eyes. "Excellent, thank you. How much will such expedient work be costing me?"
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Post by The Flint on Mar 8, 2008 15:56:21 GMT -5
"In addition to the salvage rights we talked about on the other ship, I'd say about 200 dragons, or there about."
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Post by Sam on Mar 8, 2008 18:39:11 GMT -5
"Two hundred dragons? You said yourself the damage was not so bad, it seems with the amount of material you could salvage from the other ship, you should be paying me that much and repairing the Valkyrie. I'll give you eighty, and another twenty because your men are working efficiently and fast."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 9, 2008 23:17:22 GMT -5
"You seem to overestimate how much a man can get for the remains of a ship, but fine, if it'll quit your bitchin'." The dwarf says as he hops down off the barrel. "She should be right as rain by mid-day tomorrow. Sooner if you ain't anxious to wait for the pitch to dry."
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Post by Sam on Mar 9, 2008 23:47:48 GMT -5
"Mid-day tomorrow is fine, for a hundred dragons. Thank you kindly, master Peters." Ser Tarannon tipped him and tossed a few silvers to each of the men working on the ship.
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Post by Sam on Mar 10, 2008 10:19:14 GMT -5
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The next day, the Valkyrie slid out of Oldtown's Harbor and turned east towards Dorne once it left the Whispering Sound. The shipwright was as good as his word; if the men had not taken part in the battle they would never have known the ship had been damaged.
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Post by Erik on Jul 15, 2008 22:36:29 GMT -5
Fifty ships of the Royal Fleet enter the harbor. One, the Lucky Bastard, sails to the dock to attempt to secure provisions.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 15, 2008 23:08:38 GMT -5
They are unable enter the harbor, blocked at the entrance to the Whispering Sound by 45 ships of the Arbor Fleet. A man yells across to the command vessel.
"Lucky Bastard, this is The Red Press, heave to and prepare to be boarded."
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Post by Erik on Jul 15, 2008 23:51:11 GMT -5
Erik shouts back to the man, "You'll explain why first, 'less you want your asses cut to pieces soon as you get aboard."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 15, 2008 23:52:34 GMT -5
"Wartime Milord, precautions!" The man shouts back.
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Post by Erik on Jul 15, 2008 23:56:03 GMT -5
"Damn straight. Can't have you boys getting lax." Erik replies, then orders his men to prepare for boarding.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 15, 2008 23:59:10 GMT -5
The ship comes along side, and attaches grapples. The Captain, along with his soldiers move to come aboard.
"Erik Coldiron, by order of His Grace King Rickon, you are hereby relieved of duty as Master of Ships. You are to be detained, for an overland return to King's Landing, to answer charges of treason against the Crown. Milord, you are arrested."
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Post by Erik on Jul 16, 2008 0:13:13 GMT -5
Erik, not at all surprised, looks around to the Ironborn on his ship, then to the Reachman captain.
"Of course I am, Captain." His hand moves to Kegsplitter, pulling it off of his belt. "But have you ever known one born of salt and rock to submit to some Greenlander's authority without a little blood?" He raises his voice now, to address his men, and hopefully let some of it carry over to the other ships in his fleet. "Kill them! Kill the traitors! For King Rickon!" Before wading into them with his axe.
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Hope you all are well and happy.