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No, I'm probably not going to sail it into Thunder Bay, lay siege to the city, and establish a pirate republic.
Probably not.
The one big fantasy element of this vessel is that it can fly. Or more accurately, it can rise up and glide back down on certain occasions, when drawn up towards magical interplanetary portals. While that might seem like something that would radically alter the shape and design of the vessel, I think the fact that these "wings" are used more to harness magical energy than to generate lift should minimize the differences between this and a typical, world-bound vessel.
Portals and portolabes:
hyperspace sky-portage typically lasts 2 to 3 months. It's a simple enough affair, running out of air never seems to be a point of concern, though fire and disease are still as dangerous as ever. It is heavily implied that the biggest danger crews face is boredom.
Is there anything I'm missing when it comes to designing and operating a vessel of this kind? I feel like there might be something big that I'm overlooking, but I lack sufficient knowledge of the subject to know what it might be.
What effects would extended periods out of water have upon a large wooden sailing ship? I could see it as potentially a good thing (good chance to go over the rails and inspect, clean, and repair the keel) or a very bad thing (lumber fatigue from the constant wetting and drying action). Or, considering the presence of magic, it might be that neither are a problem.
Is 35 years too long of a service life to be believable? Granted, some carracks did last that long. The Great Michael did, Ferdinand Magellan's Victoria served for 50 years even after circumnavigating the world. But most, it seems, were lucky to last for more than a decade.
I'm really not going to set up a pirate republic in Thunder Bay. I promise!
Probably not.
I'm looking for something sitting somewhere in between the Mary Rose and the Vasa in terms of sophistication, and significantly bigger than either. It's pretty much the Great Michael but with big, extendable wings.Word had spread from world to world and port to port: the Dread Pirate Benji Bilgeman had died by mutiny in the middle of a sky portage! His barque had been destroyed in the fighting. Wreckage from the Brass Raven had been found in the seas below the portal, a message had been carved into a floating cask in testament to her fate. Her priceless portolabe and her captain's kingly treasure trove, among the greatest ever pilfered by any reaver of sea or sky, were surely lost forever.
Baron Herkul Bellfont would be born a few days later, at the time of his purchase of the sky-carrack Gelt Chimaera. Originally bearing twenty-four broadside guns and three basilisks, more lighter guns, with three masts and six wings, one thousand tons burthen and with an original complement of three hundred sailors, one-hundred gunners and eight hundred marines, few world-bound vessels could compare in size or power.
Thirty-five years ago, it was among the greatest vessels to ply the skies of any world. Now, it was an aged and obsolescent design, with most newer ships being smaller yet faster and stabler. Bellfont’s purchase of such a vessel, renamed the Calm Heritage and running on a skeleton crew of only two hundred men, albeit two hundred men of his own hand-picking, would help to sell his identity as a minor nobleman who had taken to the merchant trade after some legal yet disreputable career which he wishes to put behind him, perhaps a captain of mercenaries. That, of course, is why he’s reluctant to speak overmuch about his past, and surely no one would be so crass as to associate a merchant gentleman with the scarred, black-bearded brute of unlamented memory.
The one big fantasy element of this vessel is that it can fly. Or more accurately, it can rise up and glide back down on certain occasions, when drawn up towards magical interplanetary portals. While that might seem like something that would radically alter the shape and design of the vessel, I think the fact that these "wings" are used more to harness magical energy than to generate lift should minimize the differences between this and a typical, world-bound vessel.
Portals and portolabes:
The time inThe glossy dark face of the portolabe glowed with dim flowing lights and colors as the ship pushed through the waves, indecipherable to most and fully understood by none. Built firmly into the bittacle, the large black tablet was of arguably greater value than the whole rest of the ship. Only a few thousand had ever been recovered from the ruins or shipwrecks of the Soneans, and many of those had since been lost to accidents and violence.
In the Migration Era, the pilots of sky-faring ships and fleets typically found the nearest portal by placing a ribbon of enchanted gossamer in a gimbal and seeing in which direction it leaned. Following the invention of the compass, it was common to wrap a ribbon around the end of a needle. That presently remained the second-best option, and it would surely become more common as the irreplaceable artifacts grew rarer. These alternatives were always available, but those who relied upon them typically endured longer portages from one world to another, and they also ran a higher risk of being wrecked or lost or careening onto dry land and having their descendants devolve into inbred cannibal reavers.
It was dawn of the second day when the portal was sighted. It appeared in the distance off the bow, floating against the sky like a strange, unmoving black cloud. With a nod from his pilot, Baron Bellfont gave the order to furl up the mast sails and spread the wings instead. As sailors worked the capstans, slender crisscrossed beams scissored out to full length and shrouds and stays unreeled to hold them above the waves. The shimmering gossamer sails seemed to come alive as they unfurled, billowing and tugging in the direction of the portal, pulling the vessel along at higher and higher speeds. The lights of the portolabe began to take on a flowing auroral appearance as they increased in intensity, the pilot gave orders for minute corrections to the wings. Bellfont held tight to the taffrail and set his feet against the deck as the acceleration continued. Some of the more nervous sailors implored their gods for protection while others stood by to watch the coming spectacle.
This never got old for him. The wind against his face died of a sudden, there was no sound of it singing through the rigging nor of water resisting the groaning, speeding hull. Before long, the carrack was planing across the waves at a speed that would disintegrate any unenchanted vessel. Not long thereafter, it was steadily lifting skyward, the bow turning up as if riding the face of a massive storm wave. Encased in protective magic, the Calm Heritage left the sea behind as it rose steadily skyward.
Portals created odd illusions as one drew near to them. They almost seemed to get small and run away at first, then they would suddenly grow outwards to reach around and envelope the ship in darkness. Flame-like luminescent discharges would start dancing to and fro atop the masts and yards, and the blackness beyond the vessel would show the same auroral glow as was being shown on the portolabe. This was the sign that very little remained for them to do in the weeks or months to come, except to tend to their duties aboard ship and wait for the portage to conclude.
Is there anything I'm missing when it comes to designing and operating a vessel of this kind? I feel like there might be something big that I'm overlooking, but I lack sufficient knowledge of the subject to know what it might be.
What effects would extended periods out of water have upon a large wooden sailing ship? I could see it as potentially a good thing (good chance to go over the rails and inspect, clean, and repair the keel) or a very bad thing (lumber fatigue from the constant wetting and drying action). Or, considering the presence of magic, it might be that neither are a problem.
Is 35 years too long of a service life to be believable? Granted, some carracks did last that long. The Great Michael did, Ferdinand Magellan's Victoria served for 50 years even after circumnavigating the world. But most, it seems, were lucky to last for more than a decade.
I'm really not going to set up a pirate republic in Thunder Bay. I promise!

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