Shipwrecked ( IC)

[Aidan88]

The year was 1761. An important year in history. The year of wars and disasters, capped by Charles III of Spain, declaring war on Great Britain.

For the household of Clive, they had another occasion to rejoice. Lord Clive and his household were sailing, on the majestic HMS Seal.

Powerfully built, and about 70 feet long, and constructed with oak and pine, with the lettering of HMS, and the English flag soaring at the top of middle mast of the three masts and with a single deck, the HMS Seal stood majestically at the Harbor Gate.

The proud captain of the ship was climbing down the ship by rope-ladders. He was a spotlessly neat man, appareled in immaculate white from shoes to hat with clear pride over the vassal he commandeered.

This vassal was clearly making her maiden journey and she was equipped to hold large containers rather than people, and the captain had ensured the containers had been loaded the night before, prepared for the trip, when the sun rose.

The captain,who's name was Captain Jim Butler, waved at the water-clerk who did not pass an examination, clearly the vassal had been checked the night before and did not require further checking.

Captain Jim walked along the Harbor and he found the man, he had been appointed by to sail along, to Portugal. A proud man he was, Lord Clive, Captain Jim greeted him with much respect.

"Morning sir. The vassal is set and ready to sail at my command of go, if you are ready that is!"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Grile Blec

Grile sat on his hunches looking at several younger tribe members. His eyes are all aglow like white pearls and onex. He sits with a mystery on his lips and excitment in his heart. He had had a vision of the beautiful Lilith, she had come to him. Had layed in his lap and told him of a gift she was bringing him. Many gifts were to be for him and the tribe's taking.

"Lilth has spoken to me. She brings many gifts. Many bodies will be delivered to us. But beware the gifts are dangerous, we will not act in haste we will watch and see when they sleep, when and what they eat. When the foul the ground and make water this we need to know!"

A young man named Ort raised a hand and Grile nodded to him.

"Grand Grile when does the gift come? he askes shyly.

Grile smiles." Soon this moon no later!"

The group chat excitedly to each other.

Grile stand, a sign the meeting is over but reaches over and grabs the arm of one of the older hunters."Stay with Ort when they get here, there may be women in the bounty I don't want him to fall in love with my first meal!"

 

[satindesire]

She woke with the first light, in the early morning cool that seeped in beneath the furs. The familiar comfort of her hut was dim through her sleep-fogged eyes, but she knew that darkness well, and moved through it as if born to. The space was quiet but for the heartbeat of licking waves, a pulse so constant that she had long learned to ignore it's siren call.

It would be a good time to fish, to check her nets and swim, so she made her morning preparations quickly, stoking the fire to greater height and tossing feed to the hens impatiently. It would be good to feel the water around her, to feel buoyant and free, to let the waves wash away the humanness of her condition.

Those moments spent beneath the water were the moments she could forget her plight.

She was sun-browned and slightly underfed, with a petulant child's face and a woman's knowing eyes. The wilds of this secluded island had changed her, turned her into a self sufficient survivor, instead of the spoiled heiress she had once been. If it hadn't been for her father and the independence he had fostered into her from a young age (independence her mother had bitter ills about since her youth), she would have starved, long ago.

Now this island was hers, not an inch of it's face she didn't know by heart, and the hut was tidy and safe, if not decadent.

For now, it would have to do.

 

[satindesire]

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[Aidan88]

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The majestic HMS Seal set sail soon after, with the crew of the Clive household and three infantrymen aboard. The threat for an English vessel was rife, especially because of the war, and the threat of pirates was always there.

Things were very relaxed on board the ship, the captain, Jim Butler, clearly the only man at the bow, in control of the vessel. The other crew of the ship, the engineer, other seafaring sailors were drunk on rum and performing skits from Shakepeare's All's Well, End's Well.

The captain, Jim Butler clearly decided, he would join in the fun of his fellow as he left the command and headed to the inner decks, where the Clive household were, neat and smelling of freshly baked bread, they were amidst dinner time.

"Good evening sire. I don't mean to intrude in your festivity, but I am hereby to announce that we would be nearing Naples before dawn, is there any supplies that you would like to be brought to you? And this is a request from the sentry aboard our ship, would you like further reinforcements and do you feel at any point that your security is compromised?"

Captain Butler asked, as politely as he could, keeping his distance from the family but his voice audible enough to be heard.