28-03-2004, 20:12
The delaped old fleet sailed hopelessly past ports and bays, with no permissions to dock and refuel and take on food.
For the past 7 hours the same message had been broadcast across the airwaves, searching desperatley for a place to dock.
"This is HMS Havisham, of the fleet of Havisham. Our crew our tired and hungry, and the sea is rough-we need help. Please...allow us to dock in your ports, your bays, your seaside towns-anything! OUr fleet is only small and we are dessperate. Please help us!
The message kept beaming out into cloudy skies, hoping for a responce form anyone...
OOC-If you allow us to dock, we will be using your port from now on, as we have no land but our ships. Thank you.
For the past 7 hours the same message had been broadcast across the airwaves, searching desperatley for a place to dock.
"This is HMS Havisham, of the fleet of Havisham. Our crew our tired and hungry, and the sea is rough-we need help. Please...allow us to dock in your ports, your bays, your seaside towns-anything! OUr fleet is only small and we are dessperate. Please help us!
The message kept beaming out into cloudy skies, hoping for a responce form anyone...
OOC-If you allow us to dock, we will be using your port from now on, as we have no land but our ships. Thank you.