Way, hey, haul away

[simplestgift]

Who: The crew of the Britannia (Ginia Solana, Melaka Fray, Derek Bliss, Hiccup Haddock, Elizabeth Swann, Selphie Tilmitt, Spada Belforma, Bellemere if she's feeling up to it, and Kennedy; Hornblower, Bush, and Wellard are welcome to join, as well as whatever guests are invited by current crew members.)
What: Meet and greet and a tour of the ship plus crash course in shipnatomy for people who've never sailed. Also breakfast.
When: January 14, meeting at 9:30.
Where: The Britannia, which is anchored a ways off the coast. Accessed via the boat moored at the dock.
Summary: Mingling and learning stuff.
Rating: PG-13 in case there's some language? I dunno, pff.


Breakfast is provided in the gunroom--coffee and bagels, mostly. Cold slices of leftover ham (not lunch meat, either). There are no Articles here and these are volunteers, so they have to be well-treated or they won't come back. Still, for tradition's sake, Kennedy has a small table with a paper and a pen for official sign-ups. At this point, he's not sure if it's even worthwhile. Bush is likely to make a lot of changes when he inevitably takes over this position. Still, it's all provided.

The tour is complete with an explanation of the workings of a ship and its parts. Anyone taking notes gets bonus points. Of course during breakfast there is time to mingle, and afterwards, time to ask questions.
 

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I can prose too

[makeitquick]

[Not taking notes, but she's totally grinning ear to ear as she goes on this tour. ...Probably stands out a lot, even as compared to a lot of the rest of the crew. After all, from Haddyn, multi-colored hair, comparatively young (at 19), a stud in her nose, another piercing (a silver clip) on her left wing... but. She's enjoying herself, weird sensations and smells and all, generally looking through things, enjoying breakfast, enjoying herself.

All that stuff]

[shadedsunlight]

When Ginia says she'll be somewhere at a certain time, she'll be there, especially for something so important. It may be a meet-and-greet and tour of Thhe Britannia, but it's also meeting her fellow crewmates and getting to know the vessel she'll be sailing on. So even if Giles' return makes it a bit harder to roll out of bed, come 9:30, Ginia is there with Giles as her guest. And ready with a notepad and pencil for taking notes and on everything and armed with a cellphone to take pictures for future studying? You bet.

[makeitquick]

"Wow, you too?"

When she notices Ginia here for being crew, that is. Familiar faces... jesu. Not quite what she was expecting, somehow.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia glances over her shoulder at Melaka and offers a wave of her hand in greeting.

"Me too. Nice to see familiar faces around."

[makeitquick]

A pause. Man that voice thing is still jarring. And was she blind too? She was pretty sure she heard blind somewhere. More to test that than anything, she silently make a silly face, sticking out her tongue and holding a pinky in her ear. See if Ginia reacts.

[rather_be_surfing]

Derek is early. Early enough that if he isn't kept off the ship by rope or other means, it's entirely possible he'll already be up on it inspecting rigging and other things. He makes his way up and down the deck, shimmies his way up to the crows nest; inspects the anchor chain.

And then he'll settle at a railing to look out over the sea for a while, while he waits for other people to show up. Eyes closed, slight smile on his lips, he'll enjoy the feel of the wind, ice cold as it might be, and the smell of the water. Not quite heaven for the hunter, but it's close.

[simplestgift]

"It could be home, couldn't it?" Archie leans against the railing with Derek, letting the wind hit his face.

[rather_be_surfing]

"Could be. It's definitely a place I'd like to be."

He glances back to Archie.

"Excited?"

[makeitquick]

"Not gonna jump, are you?"

Commenting on the railing leaning, that is. A bit direct, but.

[rather_be_surfing]

"Nah. Water's too cold this time of year. I'd be an ice cube before I made it to shore."

He'll nod at Meleka.

"Checking it out, or joining the crew?"

people, give the girl some company!

[selphie_t]

When the tour of the ship was finished, Selphie seated herself next to where a gun was supposed to be nibbling on a ham sandwich that she'd made. It was nice to be around people for a change, even if she's being particularly quiet and observing the people around her. Her midshipman hat can be seen resting on the bulge of her wings underneath her jacket. She'd managed to find some strings long enough to ensure she wouldn't lose the hat that Archie had given her for Christmas.

She's more engrossed in eating the sandwich in her hands than anything else though. The only real cure for heartbreak is time and a good friend or two or twenty.

[bravelad]

Approaching people.

Not strictly Wellard's strongest attribute, but it's only right to try to meet the ship's crew. A very, very... unique future crew. He's not sure what to make of it yet, quite frankly. He would know a midshipman's hat anywhere- one would hope as much considering his position aboard the Renown, at least. So he steps over to her general area cautiously, prepared to backtrack if it proves at all necessary.

It's kind of nice to be curious.

"... you're a midshipman?"

Welp. So far, so good.

[selphie_t]

Given Selphie's current track of mind, approaching people is honestly the last thing on her mind. Regardless, she nods to the question as she swallows her last bite of sandwich (that was sorely in need of some mustard) before standing up and giving Wellard a small smile. She knows that he's probably thinking that a girl being a Midshipman is weird as hell to him but she's willing to put that aside for both of their sake.

"I am. Arc... Lieutenant Kennedy appointed me as one a few months ago. I'm Selphie by the way."

Wellard should be lucky, Selphie's one of the nicer ones to approach in the village.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia spots Selphie and approaches her with a soft smile. She heard Selphie's announcement and while she didn't know Ceodore or how close the two were, it's never easy being the one to announce someone's departure.

"I didn't know you were on the crew. Good to see you here."

[selphie_t]

A small smile appears on Selphie's face at the recognition of Ginia's voice. She'd intentionally kept their relationship quiet and of the people in the village who did know from her outburst that one summer day last year, most of those people had been sent home. Regardless, the brunette is hurting like hell on the inside but she had to keep going forward. Being on the Britannia today is the first step forward.

"It's good to be here."

[bravelad]

Wellard is more than happy to go along on the tour of the ship and it's... probably fairly obvious, really. Nothing against Luceti at large, or against a chance to be alive and well, of course, but a touch of true familiarity in a world he feels he's only barely comprehending goes a long way.

Throughout the tour, he keeps to himself and pays attention to everything our trusted tour guide has to say. Not quite taking notes, sadly, but readily absorbing as much as he can, even if he already knows it.

A ship, the ocean, all the proper terms and everything in its proper place; His Majesty's Navy is what he knows best, if he's completely honest, and it feels good to set foot onto something he can understand. When all's said and done, he'll assign himself an area of the gunroom and stay there for the most part, not in the way but not so far out of the way that he can't keep an eye on the room at large.

This has to be the single most interesting group of people he's ever gotten to see, not to mention knowing they'll be the Britannia's crew. Don't mind him, honored guests, he's just being fascinated.

[captainhornblower]

It's later in the day, after the general tour and hubbub is settled. That's when Horatio manages to prowl up behind Wellard and settle a hand on his shoulder. He smiles faintly.

"Lovely, isn't she? All A-- Mister Kennedy's idea."

[bravelad]

Lord, he's good at prowling. Wellard puts some consideration into jumping (well. maybe he just jumps a little), but it doesn't take more than a turn of the head to put a face to the hand and smile back.

"A beauty, sir."

[makeitquick]

"And hello to you too."

Melaka said more than a little sarcastically. Not that Wellard was actively staring out anything, but between being a young woman, having a tattoo on one shoulder, a pierce wing on another, blue-pink hair, and a nose stud, she probably stood out in the group just enough to get some passing looks enough to, well, call him out on it during a down period.

[bravelad]

Oh, was she- ah.

Yes.

Talking to him. Not quite what he'd planned out. Not what he'd planned out at all, actually. Wellard made an executive decision to direct his gaze back down and to the left.

"Apologies, Miss."

[patchworkallegiance]

Stephen Maturin was not part of the crew. He had no intention of being part of the crew. However, he could still admire the ship and mingle. Plus... he wanted to see these Navy men in their element, get a feel for them on a ship.

At present, he was standing on deck, small and unimportant as he looked, leaning against a rail. He was very aware of where the wood was, as he had no intentions of falling off the ship and into the cold water below.

...Fashionably late?

[dragoneer]

Taking notes? Oh, Hiccup is absolutely taking notes. He was also extra early and left his dragon at home! A fact which Toothless was none too pleased with, but Hiccup figured trying to get him aboard the ship would be more trouble than its worth.

He doesn't speak up during the tour, but when it's breakfast time, he's eager to socialize and become familiar with the rest of the crew. He knew how a crew was supposed to work--at least, on Berk. And he had a hunch the values were still the same--you ought to know those people enough to trust them. So. Here's one Hiccup trying to be social while eating a bagel. Or multiple bagels. He loves them, okay.

/joins the late crowd contrary to the actual character

[nocorsetsplease]

Elizabeth is there promptly on time for the start of the meeting, a far different vision than what Luceti has primarily seen the pirate king don. Bedecked in the armour she wore when crowned by the Brethren Court, she walks the decks amongst the others with a reserved smile. While she has not walked this vessel, she knows ships well enough to find her bearings, mindfully quiet during the lessons given to those who are less experienced.

During breakfast, she grazes over the gracious offerings. It's so very unlike the navy, and yet she understands why it cannot be. Still, she feels a bit more at ease, knowing she will spend her time a part of something on the small sea in Luceti.

At some point, she'll be found leaning against the railing, embracing the chill in the breeze against her face. There's the smell of salt in it, and as she sighs against its billow she realises just how much longing she has for such air.

[patchworkallegiance]

The armour itself is enough to draw the eye. The make would suggest a Chinaman, yet the woman in it is very European-- French or English, if he had to make a guess. If she isn't European, then she's American.

Unlike the others, Stephen Maturin is not here in any "official" capacity. He will not be this ship's surgeon, work for this captain and his lieutenant. There is only one man in the whole of the British Royal Navy whom he would do so for. This place and ship might not be a Navy vessel, but it's captain was a Navy captain. Nothing he could ever do could hide that fact. For that reason alone, Maturin regarded this enterprise with some scepticism. He was still willing, though, to make himself known to those on the ship, in case they ever required medical assistance.

Maturin is against the rail himself, closer to the stern. The thin Irishman has his back to the sea, pale eyes sweeping the deck to take in everything, though without any real enthusiasm. He is studying, not excited.

...I wrote something wrong in that previous tag and I will now FIX THAT.

[nocorsetsplease]

To see another take to the railing--regardless of how he leaned against it--took the attention of the pirate when the sounds of the deck behind her pulled her eyes to look. Having no need for acclimation, she was drawn to the other man who seemingly did not either. She had lived aboard this ship for a time, and her curiosity sparked the question of how this man knew.

He did not look so distant in the future, his clothes something akin to her own time. She knew herself to be invited for her skills, and Lieutenant Kennedy had offered her placement on this ship beneath Captain Hornblower. The slim man, glasses perched on his nose and an imperturbably distant look on his face possessed no clothing that might suggest he were a sailor. Though... many others did not sport such evidence either. Many were fit for the task due to the word of the established officers aboard.

Curious, she turned toward him, turning her back to the rail, positioning herself similarly.

"What brings you, sir?"