NationStates Jolt Archive


The Past Meets the Present

Bryn Shander
07-01-2005, 07:31
One by one, the mighty trees came down. With a loud crash, thousands of bounds of wood fell, downed by the heavy swing of an enchanted axe. As the massive trunk settled to the ground, thick ropes were wrapped around it, secured by strong knots. The tree was dragged through the thick forest towards the shore, wildlife scattering away from the activity. In the distance, another tree fell. On the rocky beach, more trees were already being processed, their trunks being cut into huge beams. This new tree would be cut into planks. Minutes later, another tree was dragged onto the beach. This one too would become planks. Throughout the day, the work continued, massive ironwood trees transforming into beams and planks.

The next day, the beams were put into use. Crude outlines of hulls took shape, the beams connected with steel joints and bolts. Over the next few days, the crude outlines became completed frames. Next came the hull. Day after day, more planks were nailed to the wooden skeletons. Slowly, the hulls took shape. As the final planks were laid on the hulls, pitch and tar were spread across the finished sections to ensure that the hull stays watertight. When the pitch and tar had hardened, the hulls were lifted and rolled upright. To ensure stability in the coming weeks, braces were put into place along the hulls.

Next came the masts and decks. After that, the forecastles and aftcastles. Over the months since the first tree was felled, the ships had taken shape with astonishing speed. Spars and rigging were in place, as were the rudders and anchors. After two and a half months, the ships were complete. The next day at high tide, the ships were launched, seven in all. The ships were temporarily crewed by their shipwrights, students of naval history at Ocanthus University. For weeks they sailed from the wilderness of Forodren Cormandor, west to the city of Khalas in Forodren Annon.

At Khalas, the ships, four sloops of war, two brigantines, and a frigate, were loaded with food, guns, powder, and various types of iron shot, ranging from iron balls to chainshot and grapeshot. The students returned to Ocanthus, where they received their grade. To replace them, new crews made up of death row inmates, were bussed in from all over the principality. The next week, the small fleet set sail.

The seven ships sailed south, escorted through regional waters at a distance by a deployment of seven modern ships from Forodren Annon's navy, a Shadovar class cruiser, a pair of Brigantine class destroyers, and four Excel class frigates. Though the official reason given for the deployment was ironically, to help stop piracy, the real reason was to keep the inmates from breaking their agreement and straying from their course. As the New Haven Socialist Republic drew near, the ships turned west. Instead of traveling through the NHSR, the sailing ships would bypass the USR entirely, cutting through the national waters of the Democratic State Assembly of Pilot on their journey south. Two hundred kilometers from the coast, the seven naval ships turned north east, stopping in Forodren Cormandor before returning home. The sailing ships however, turned south.
Scandavian States
07-01-2005, 07:41
[*Laughs* The fact that I know what you're doing doesn't make this any less evil and demented. No, just funny.]
Bryn Shander
10-01-2005, 14:51
The ships sailed south, stopping only once in a small port town for repairs after a particularly bad storm before leaving the national waters of the Democratic State Assembly and returning to regional waters. For two months, the ships continued south through the Haven Strait before rounding Kelanis and veering west. Another month passed rather un-eventfully before their destination was reached. The national waters of the so-called Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad.

Almost immediately, the Hogsweatian flags that the small fleet had been flying were lowered, and black flags emblazoned with the Jolly Roger shot to the tops of the masts. The captains of the pirate vessels met on board the frigate, christened the Cataluna, one last time to go over their strategies. In short, the ships would split up, with the sloops working in pairs, and the brigs and frigate working independently. After eight weeks of harassing shipping, the ships and their crews would leave Ilek-Vaad's national waters and head south, their sentences served. If they survived, that is.

As a pair, the sloops Hermoine and Sophitia headed north to hunt nearer the coast. Likewise, the Hispaniola and Castilla Nueva hunted together to the west. The brigantines Aphrodite and Cassandra each hunted in the relative center of the group, and the frigate Cataluna took the east.
Bryn Shander
18-01-2005, 17:26
Three days had passed since the ships split up, but the scruffy convict that was manning the Cataluna's crow's nest had finally noticed smoke on the horizon. As it was the only interesting thing to happen all day, the double-murderer shouted "Sail Ho!" towards the deck, excitement and bloodlust apparent in his voice. During the next few minutes, quite a bit of shouting and pointing erupted between the crow's nest and the helm, and without warning, the helmsman spun the ship's great wooden wheel. As one would expect, the ship turned with it, surprising the crew with an unexpected list as the ship turned to intercept the inbound ship.

Over the next hour or so, the target grew larger and larger. Slowly, the ship's lines became clear to anyone with a spyglass. She looked to be a small merchant vessel, and judging by her course, she was fresh out of Ilek-Vaad. Closer and closer the two ships came, and on the Cataluna the crew prepared for battle. The three hundred men crammed on board were restless after months at sea. Their food was bad and their water was worse. On the deck, men sharpened their weapons, oiled their flintlock pistols, and convicts that were priests of various gods did clerical business. A priest of Tempus blessed blades. One of Gond blessed pistols and muskets. Most sought out however, were the two priests of Umberlee the Bitch Queen, the evil goddess of the sea. For many, this was their first time at sea, and so they looked to the Umberleean priests to make sure that the ship would survive. Above all others, however, the priests of the Bitch Queen prayed that the ship would stay afloat, for if a ship with one of Umberlee's clergy on board begins to flounder, the entire crew would attempt to kill the priest first.

By now, the two ships were within half a mile of each other. The Cataluna's guns were loaded with roundshot, and the first shot was fired from a small gun mounted on the starboard bow. The shot was purposely wide, cutting across the grain ship's bow. If the ship did not strike it's colors, a full broadside would follow.