Every old salt knows a song to sing

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Simon Ashlock, James Norrington, Helena, Rey, Korrin Ataash
WHAT: Exploring an eerie shipwreck locals have complained about that absolutely goes according to plan. Until it doesn't. Because of the ghost pirates.
WHEN: Mid-Bloomingtide; pre-Tourney, vaguely around the phylactery uproar
WHERE: Somewhere off the Kirkwall coastline
NOTES: ooc post, will warn if anything comes up but since we're doing puzzles I'm going to go ahead and say language, feel free to make your own starters for any travel shenanigans that you'd like if you'd like that

A small vessel takes them out of Kirkwall early in the morning, six of them packed in headed for where he reports came from; no sailors were willing to volunteer so it's this team themselves, and well, it's fortunate that half of them are from Naval Presence isn't it? A short trip, fair winds on the way there as Araceli explains what awaits them from the reports gathered from chatter about the docks or sent to her office:

Strange unnatural lights. Boats and ships crashing. Sailors not returning. Demons suspected of course.

Only that's when the fog rolls in once they're getting to where it's been reported on the maps by islands so small they don't even merit being on the big maps, only navigational charts to be steered about. Light through a fog could explain many things but there's something else, something that seems to whisper to each and every person on the boat.

And that's when they cut through the fog and the island itself - and something much larger - rise up out of the water.



No rift. No demons. But something that beckons all to come venture inside. Tie up the boat, you'll be needing that later after all, this one certainly isn't going anywhere.

Comments

[strangel]

"I have new question," Helena says, not looking towards the Templar, holding up her hand like a student that has an answer to the question, but also feels like just stretching the limb out is sufficient, rather than actually holding it up. "Is old man knight being oversensitive?"

[foxsays]

Hand presses to her mouth for a moment to keep the laugh in, Araceli recovers her composure with a sharp little breath and a lot of blinking but she's still smiling very brightly when she does speak.

"James remove the hilt from your arse," Araceli mutters just loud enough to be heard, turning to half-face Helena with a little smirk on her face. "I know about running in dresses as long as those skirts, they're very stupid."

Alejandro, however, says 'no'.

Which could mean several things: they had terrible sartorial taste in life (very possible, not all pirates are known for their fashion sense), they don't think James is being upset (also possible because some people are dramatic), both, or they're lying.

So six of one, half dozen of the other.

[paladingus]

"They are a bit stupid," Simon concedes, never one to defend the honor of the pretty pretty armorfrocks he has to spend ninety percent of his life in at the best of times. His skirt jingles as if in assent as he folds his arms and contemplatively shifts his weight.

"Anyway, it's no good if you're going to ask it a subjective thing. You can't lie about an opinion. What's two plus two?"

[strangel]

A sly smile at Araceli. Another one who is small and quick, she thinks. he nods an agreement with the other Templar. "I think they were only answering 'yes' or 'no.'"

But, the less-grumpy Templar makes good point, even if she feels the armour skirts are objectively terrible. "Is two plus two making four?"

[foxsays]

There's a very long pause from the spirits before they answer Helena because, surely, the rules were explained. Perhaps for the best they have no features on their faces to make any expressions with unless anyone gets up close and personal with them when they look to one another.

Helpfully, at the same time:

"Yes," from Alejandro, and "No," from Reina.

So. Getting there.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin completely ignores the talk of Templar skirts as much as it would be fun to tease them, staring at the two spirits with wary interest. All spirits are dangerous, of course, and that's not something she's likely to forget. Still, her mentor also taught her that they can be helpful if approached correctly.

"So, Reina's the liar. Good to know." Now they're getting...somewhere. Maybe. "Did you lure the ship here?"

[judgemewhole]

James gives Helena another sideways glance, and a roll of the eyes, but Simon at least has a good point. He glances over to Reina, noting that she's probably the liar. Unless they were going to get into subjective mathematics.

Another look over to Korrin, waiting to see how the spirits answered before he tossed another question onto the pyre.

[foxsays]

"Is that the right question to ask?" Because the thing is that yes, they were brought here with the rumours, but more pressingly, Araceli glances upward as she shifts here weight uncomfortably. "We can't get off the ship right now, can we?"

And she waits for the spirits to answer, to see if they will because that's sort of two questions or if anyone wants to slide in with more before they go further with this or what the line of questioning should be here.