Greston
21-01-2008, 18:00
Somewhere in an Unknown Ocean
The wind rushed against the side of boat leaning it as far to its side as it could with out falling into the water. The rain poured down upon the deck whenever it was facing up and when it wasn't the water ran off of it only for this process to repeat again moments later. The waves were fast and ferocious making the boat move back a force giving Jacob Kemeral and his crew whiplash. Up to this date there was only was only three deaths. The first death was when Michael Angeli drank 14 bottles of hard liquor in less then half an hour and fell over board. The second death was one of Robert Marks who attempted a one man mutiny only to have half of his face blown off by Jacob Kemeral, and the third was the self inflicted death by Andrew Marks because of his dead brother. Other then that the trip was fine.
Jacob stood on the deck in a bright yellow rain jacket with a bronze telescope that he was looking out of. The rest of the crew was taking cover from the winds under deck and in the cabins but Jacob was determined to find land. It was sixty days ago, he was standing in front of a large crowd of civilians standing behind a line of Grestonian soldiers cheering, the President standing on a podium with two premiers and ten secret service agents standing behind him. He gave a speech, the crowd cheered then he saluted the president and his crew did the same then they boarded the ships and sailed off as the crowd cheered behind them.
But that was the past and Jacob needed to learn to live in the present and forget the past. If it was possible and he found land he was set up a good future and the past wouldn't matter or affect anything in that.
He heard a small mummer below him, and it got louder and clearer as the salt water washed out of his eyes and off his face. It grew louder and clearer until he was able to understand what it really was. It was his first mate calling to him, "Jake! Jake! Jake come down into the cabin, it is getting crazy on deck Jake! Jake you will die! Jake come down Jake!"
After hearing that enough he said in reply, "Ok, just shut up I am coming down." and he grabbed the telescope, his bronze compass and the map that was in front of him and he ran down under deck.
***
Jacob let out a long yawn which escaped his mouth as he sat up and stretched his arms and legs. He had a cramp from lying in a corner curled up all night and he was cold from the wet rain jacket that he slept in. He pulled the ragged cloth that he used as a blanket off and got up and went on deck. There in front of him as his crew slumped around eating the small rations for breakfast.
"Sorry guys, I never though that that storm would have blown us so off course. Well I am going to figure out were we are, and if we don't find land today, on the sixtieth day of voyage we will head back home."
The crew gave a quiet grumble as a reply and Jacob figured out the coordinates. After finding out their coordinates he threw the tools to the floor with a loud curse. They were way to off course. They had no chance of getting back home.
He sat down on a chair that was near him and sighed and looked at the see, and not less then a mile away from him was a key of islands. There were 15 moderate sized islands in sight and more off into the distance. He jumped up and starting screaming "LAND LAND!" then the crew brought the ship to the nearest island.
Next to the boat in giant swarms swam fish of all sizes and type. There was so many that they could bend over the side of the boat and pick one out of the water. The water sparkled with a Caribbean feeling to it. The first island was a large island with great sparkling rivers and lakes, and tons of animals were all around. Not one piece of trash was on the ground.
Then with pride and joy Jacob and a group of men would climb up the tallest mountain peak and plant the Grestonian Flag. They did that with four more islands which added up to an amount of land equal to that of India. They named the land Kemeral in memory of Jacob Kemeral who led all of the people there to find it.
After a little bit of searching there were about 5 million natives, all of which were white and miraculously spoke English. They named the four islands that were claimed for Greston Kemerite and name the entire area Kemeral. There were 53 islands in all including the four new Grestonian ones. The other 49 would be open to colonization of foreigners at a later time.
The wind rushed against the side of boat leaning it as far to its side as it could with out falling into the water. The rain poured down upon the deck whenever it was facing up and when it wasn't the water ran off of it only for this process to repeat again moments later. The waves were fast and ferocious making the boat move back a force giving Jacob Kemeral and his crew whiplash. Up to this date there was only was only three deaths. The first death was when Michael Angeli drank 14 bottles of hard liquor in less then half an hour and fell over board. The second death was one of Robert Marks who attempted a one man mutiny only to have half of his face blown off by Jacob Kemeral, and the third was the self inflicted death by Andrew Marks because of his dead brother. Other then that the trip was fine.
Jacob stood on the deck in a bright yellow rain jacket with a bronze telescope that he was looking out of. The rest of the crew was taking cover from the winds under deck and in the cabins but Jacob was determined to find land. It was sixty days ago, he was standing in front of a large crowd of civilians standing behind a line of Grestonian soldiers cheering, the President standing on a podium with two premiers and ten secret service agents standing behind him. He gave a speech, the crowd cheered then he saluted the president and his crew did the same then they boarded the ships and sailed off as the crowd cheered behind them.
But that was the past and Jacob needed to learn to live in the present and forget the past. If it was possible and he found land he was set up a good future and the past wouldn't matter or affect anything in that.
He heard a small mummer below him, and it got louder and clearer as the salt water washed out of his eyes and off his face. It grew louder and clearer until he was able to understand what it really was. It was his first mate calling to him, "Jake! Jake! Jake come down into the cabin, it is getting crazy on deck Jake! Jake you will die! Jake come down Jake!"
After hearing that enough he said in reply, "Ok, just shut up I am coming down." and he grabbed the telescope, his bronze compass and the map that was in front of him and he ran down under deck.
***
Jacob let out a long yawn which escaped his mouth as he sat up and stretched his arms and legs. He had a cramp from lying in a corner curled up all night and he was cold from the wet rain jacket that he slept in. He pulled the ragged cloth that he used as a blanket off and got up and went on deck. There in front of him as his crew slumped around eating the small rations for breakfast.
"Sorry guys, I never though that that storm would have blown us so off course. Well I am going to figure out were we are, and if we don't find land today, on the sixtieth day of voyage we will head back home."
The crew gave a quiet grumble as a reply and Jacob figured out the coordinates. After finding out their coordinates he threw the tools to the floor with a loud curse. They were way to off course. They had no chance of getting back home.
He sat down on a chair that was near him and sighed and looked at the see, and not less then a mile away from him was a key of islands. There were 15 moderate sized islands in sight and more off into the distance. He jumped up and starting screaming "LAND LAND!" then the crew brought the ship to the nearest island.
Next to the boat in giant swarms swam fish of all sizes and type. There was so many that they could bend over the side of the boat and pick one out of the water. The water sparkled with a Caribbean feeling to it. The first island was a large island with great sparkling rivers and lakes, and tons of animals were all around. Not one piece of trash was on the ground.
Then with pride and joy Jacob and a group of men would climb up the tallest mountain peak and plant the Grestonian Flag. They did that with four more islands which added up to an amount of land equal to that of India. They named the land Kemeral in memory of Jacob Kemeral who led all of the people there to find it.
After a little bit of searching there were about 5 million natives, all of which were white and miraculously spoke English. They named the four islands that were claimed for Greston Kemerite and name the entire area Kemeral. There were 53 islands in all including the four new Grestonian ones. The other 49 would be open to colonization of foreigners at a later time.