Sinope Harbour Festival (IC, MT)

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 7:25 pm

Erika scowled. "He's my father, no?"

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 7:27 pm

The officer, having jumped aboard with two other men, nodded and waved to his boat, which then slowed the engines. He did not want to scratch any boat, neither theirs nor his, as that would be impolite to these ladies, who had shown only politeness so far.
Just as Zoe asked her question, though, one of his men returned, nodding. Everything was in order.
The official motioned for Zoe to please wait for a moment, then exchanged a few, quick words with his officer. Nodding all around.
"Seems like everything is in order, Miss Mariner. And your cat is cute, according to him.", the official said with a small smile, then extended his hand, "Indeed, we are expecting quite a lot of people and you will be amongst them. Have fun!"
And, after the handshake, the Harbour Police departed, not without giving final instructions on the docking place. They had found the flare pistol and the rockets, but they did not see them as weapons, as they were a flare gun and they had not found any contraband.
The cat checked out, too.
And with that, the cutter departed, revving his engines when they were a safe distance away.

Earlier....
As the cutter sped away, Zoe gave a polite, friendly wave before turning to Micky who was at the helm keeping a watchful eye out for other traffic as she made her way towards the berth assigned to them by the customs officer.

"We going in bow first or stern first?" asks Micky

"Stern first i think, that way it will be easier for folk getting on or off, but then again it might be berthing along side, we'll see when we get there" replied Zoe as Jax came out on deck and found a nice sunny spot close to the door of the cabin.

With the berth in sight, Zoe took over the helm as Micky went forward to get the lines ready, giving Jax a quick stroke as she walked by him, Jax twitched his ears but apart from that made little acknowlegment, for he was quite comfortable soaking up the sun and dreaming of counting mice in a way only a cat can do!

As Zoe eased the diesel engine back to idle, the sound of lapping water against the hull was all to evident, a few moments later Zoe eased into reverse and raised the power level causing the engine to respond at its own pace and slowly the boat came to a halt then with some more manoeuvring the Luna Mysteria gently kissed the pontoon allowing Micky to hop ashore as Zoe then reversed away so she could position the boat in its berth leaving Micky to tie the boat up.

just a few feet from the berth, Zoe brought the boat to idle and hung buffers over the edge of the hull before throwing a line over to Micky,
"Catch!" she yelled as the line was tossed ashore and caught by Micky.

"got it!" called out Micky as she caught the line and began to pull on it, as she did, Zoe eased in the little yacht which despite its age is looking in good condition unlike when she brought the boat second hand as a fix-up project yet even after spending a shade over 2 months at sea apart from some stop overs to take shelter from storms and to stock up swith supplies, everything that should shine DID shine which included the brass and chrome to the woodwork, all of which was a far cry from the boat when it was purchased as back then it was simply a sorry looking unloved and unwanted hull just lying at the back of a marina.

Micky had been taught well when it came to rope work and quickly got the Luna Mysteria secured to the floating pontoon so that when the tide goes up and down the boat moves with it, from one point, the rope went to a bollard on the pontoon before going to a second point on the hull and with that also repeated at the bow, the Luna was secure and in no danger of moving around unwanted.

"How's that?" asks Micky,

Zoe gave a quick glance over the handy work, "yep that looks good to me, coffee?" she replied

"yep, cracking idea" replied Micky as she hopped back aboard.

Zoe also made a list of things to do and things to get, diesel fuel, diesel filters, oil, a refil of the gas bottle used for cooking, not to mention souveniers,
"Micky, what should we get Robin, William and Mary?" she asks

Micky paused for a moment, "well Mary likes those cheesy Bollywood films, so a some cheesy localy made films will be a good idea"

Zoe duly noted it down as she went about the job of making a list.

A few hours later
As the Milenka pulled in along side, Zoe and Micky watched the occupants go about their duties with one hand holding a cup of coffee, the other hand holding one of the stay wires for the mast, Micky lying down on the deck with a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, and Jax lying next to Micky eyeing up the coffee

As the Lillo's waved, the reply was quick and friendly, with Zoe waving first, followed by Micky waving, this however distracted Micky long enough for Jax to make his move, putting his face into Micky's cup and drinking the remains of what was a cup of coffee.

"a Lilloraineni cutter..." remarked Micky

"...yes a tidy one too" replied Zoe before raising her voice to the Lilloriainen's "have a good voyage?" she asks

by **Danceria** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 7:32 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Erika scowled. "He's my father, no?"

"He's in deep trouble, yes." Sabin would usher her and Edgar in the opposite direction. "In case you've slept through the news, a lady that Ace likes nearly got killed on his watch, and he's taking it pretty hard..." he sighed. "I understand you wanting to size up your future technical step-mom, I understand wanting to make up for lost time, and being for Ace when he's depressed, but...there's a time and a place!" Edgar would groan a greeting and put on as much of a smile as he could, the seasickness finally wearing off. "Well then little Mädchen, looks like we can't seem to get you away from our outings!" "Ed, you seriously can't be thinking of having her tag along here..." he would switch to Sindarin, "<<Aceus is in enough hot water as is, so if anyone asks, she's with me, got it?>>" "No need to speak in Sindarin to hide things from the girl." Edgar would reassure in a most blase manner. "Would you rather a repeat of the last time you claimed her as your own?"

Edgar's face paled, but not from sickness, and nodded.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 7:51 pm

Upon hearing 'almost killed', Erika's expression abruptly changed from annoyance to the same look of a hardened killer she had when they first met.
"When, where, how, with what, and what evidence do you have so far."

by **Danceria** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:03 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Erika's expression abruptly changed from annoyance to the same look of a hardened killer she had when they first met.
"When, where, how, with what, and what do you have so far."

The two men exchanged uneasy glances "Did she mean about you....me...or Ace?" Was all that Edgar could muster, before wondering. "About Fara...well, there's no easy way to say this." Sabin sighed. "You know that Danceria has a significant Christian minority, and most of the churches have been kissing the ass of whoever's on the throne for the past few centuries, often placing patriotism and allowing themselves to be subservient in theological means." he began. "Ace can tell you better, but there are a few elements that want to...Deus Vult Aceus off the throne and kick every pagan in the gonads. Fara was also pagan, and close to Ace, and so the proskies-er, some Christian terrorists, decided to take a stab at her...literally."

"No less than after the Convocation of Crowns with the Monarchist Treaty Organization." Edgar surmised. "To say it was scandalous was an understatement, and Ace...Ace was seething." "Beat the bastards to death," Sabin growled, his face stiffening at the memory. "some with his bare hands." Edgar would lower his head. "Doctors say that you won't be having any lil' brothers or sisters, or the likelihood is very slim."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:05 pm

Erika scowled. "Bastards. Would've liked to spend some time alone with a paperclip, a razor blade, and a few packets of adrenaline with them."

by **Danceria** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:08 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Erika scowled. "Bastards. Would've liked to spend some time alone with a paperclip, a razor blade, and a few packets of adrenaline with them."

"I'm glad you're taking to your future step-mom so quickly..." Edgar would chuckle, which would earn yet another ire-filled glare from Sabin, who happened to take a shining to the young Prussian girl. Sabin would look downcast. "It's complicated."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:19 pm

Danceria wrote:
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Erika scowled. "Bastards. Would've liked to spend some time alone with a paperclip, a razor blade, and a few packets of adrenaline with them."

"I'm glad you're taking to your future step-mom so quickly..." Edgar would chuckle, which would earn yet another ire-filled glare from Sabin, who happened to take a shining to the young Prussian girl. Sabin would look downcast. "It's complicated."

"...Sabin, is everything alright?"

by **Danceria** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:38 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:
Danceria wrote:"I'm glad you're taking to your future step-mom so quickly..." Edgar would chuckle, which would earn yet another ire-filled glare from Sabin, who happened to take a shining to the young Prussian girl. Sabin would look downcast. "It's complicated."

"...Sabin, is everything alright?"

"No." If there was one thing that could be said of Sabin, he was honest. "I'm worried for Ace...I'm worried for what might happen to him, I'm worried about you..."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 8:59 pm

Erika blinked. "Why? I ought to be worrying about you, not you me."

by **Danceria** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 9:10 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Erika blinked. "Why?"

"Because..." Sabin sighed. "I'm afraid what might happen if Aceus fails...or what will happen to you as family."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Tue Dec 25, 2018 9:38 pm

Danceria wrote:
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Erika blinked. "Why?"

"Because..." Sabin sighed. "I'm afraid what might happen if Aceus fails...or what will happen to you as family."

Erika smiled. "I appreciate the concern...but it won't come to that. I promise."

by **Kyrenaia** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 6:59 am

AHSCA wrote:
Kyrenaia wrote:Aurelia blushed lightly at being called Aldhiyb's Mommy, but in a way, it was true. She was the closest thing he had to a motherly figure.
And she thought, that she did a well enough job.
Waving goodbye to Asuna, they departed, Aurelia smiling as she led Marcella through the crowds, arms linked. Quite a few people smiled and they were way more then the people, who scowled.
But still, Aurelia smiled as they were on the way to the Aurelia, the vessel her father named after his beloved daughter.
Speaking of which, there was a man coming, brown hair, golden eyes, in his mid-thirties, smiling widely as he approached the couple, calling out a greeting.
"Hey, Dad!", Aurelia replied and grinned as he wrapped her into a bear-hug, then kissing her onto the forehead. "Everything ready for the day?"
"Oh, yes, it is.", he replied, then turned to Marcella, grinning, "Handshake, hug, kiss on the forehead or bowing? Your choice... the Gods' willing, you will be my daughter-in-law, so we have a wide array of options!"
Aurelia smiled - although the fighting was still raging, her father was one of their most important supporters. They didn't achieve victory yet, but Aurelia was sure, that her father's words would be true sooner rather then later.

Asuna waved them farewell as she mumbled "Good luck, Miladies." Taking a glance around the streets getting a sense of her environment it dawned on her Marcella did suggest Asuna try out Kyrenaian's own public baths and she could go for a nice moment to relax. If she didn't she'd pace and constantly worry about Marcella so pulling out a map she marked her destination and set forth.

Marcella being pulled along by Aurelia she felt like she was floating. Any time her beautiful hand was holding hers all her worries and troubles melted away. Just as well, it helped her relax. Her spirits brightened further seeing Aurela's father. "How about a little peck on the forehead!" She hugged him back and let him plant one onto her forehead. "It's great to see you again!"

Damir smiled and hugged the young woman, in very much the same way as he had hugged his daughter, before he gently pecked her onto her forehead.
"It indeed is, Marcella.", he said slinging an arm around both young women, beginning to lead them towards his ship, "One should think of me as the luckiest man alive - one beautiful woman on each arm and on the way to my own yacht."
"Dad...", Aurelia cautioned.
"Indeed, Aurelia. Old Party-Pooper.", Damir remarked with a grin, before he turned to Marcella, "Fun aside, how's Gisella? And more importantly, how're you?"

Public Baths in Sinope were rather quickly found, especially in the Old Town, where the majority of the Festival was.
In any case, immediately, three options would present itself: There was the Hammam of the Merchant Navy Academy, which had opened for visitors, there was the little Saghir Hammam, which boasted the most exclusive service at exclusive prices and the tourist-friendly Old Town Hammam, which was more a factory of cleaning people then a Hammam in the classical sense.
Whatever Asuna would decide, though, she would have a relaxing time in front of her.

Ahmad nodded.
"Here's to hoping...", he mumbled, before he grinned, "Speaking of which, we're there!"
Indeed, they were: The Old Town's famous Market, the Bazar al'Asmak, also known as the Bazaar of Fishes. Of course, fish and fish-products were not the main-products offered anymore, as the many stalls and stores would soon enough tell. There were a few stores with finger food, though, some of which were indeed grilled fish.
The market itself was the usual feisty, bubbly and lively atmosphere of a Kyrenaian Bazaar, with three rows of shops on either side, the first row being stalls by the streets and the second row being back to back with them, sharing the street with stores, buildings, directly opposite to them.
One could get nearly everything here, that was legal in Kyrenaia and the Ilkhanate of Megido, from spices and fruit (both fresh and dried), animals (that was a store), clothing (both everyday clothing and more traditional dresses, the Fistan Alshams most prominently), smoking herbs and utensils for that, there was even a stall selling kitchen knives.
Ahmad turned to both of them, extending his hand. "Well, then, I'm afraid, that this is the place, where we leave each other's company. It was a pleasure, Sir, Ma'am... may your marriage be blessed with many, many Mini-Dilevas.", he said and grinned.

The Handmaiden behind the Prince, at the mentioning of a Shirin-san or Miss Bayd, hid a laugh behind her veil, for Miss Bayd was her. She would have to speak to Yuki later, it would surely be fun.
"Please, call me Mahmut.", Mahmut replied to Yuki's bow in kind, noting Haru's blush, smiling as she rose, "Shirin spoke in such fond words of you and your friends, but she forgot to mention, how pretty you are."
All three girls could claim that compliment for themselves, if one asked Mahmut, both Haru and Yuki were certainly at a tie of who was cuter looking, while Yuzu was a very close follower.
"Now, then...", Crown Prince Ilia drew attention to himself and motioned for the deck house, "...shall we?"

It was not completely a welcome befitting a head of state: Honour Guard and Band were missing, as were the salutes.
It was a warm welcome, though, for a beautiful ship and its skilled crew, which demonstrated their skills while docking. Beyeha Faris would be the first one to admit, that she had gaps in her knowledge about sailing, but even she recognized a skilled crew when she saw one.
She joined the waving, for a moment not being the CEO of a company conglomerate rated into the billions of NSD but just another visitor of the festival... one with a mission.
Docking proceeded apace.

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Fredrick nodded. "Crystal, sir. I would expect nothing less."

The officer nodded in approval, then turned to Alexander.
He kept a comment, that his crew and his daughter (he did not know, that Marie was not his daughter) apparently had a different opinion on that, to himself.
"What about you, Sir?", he asked Alexander.

Okan listened and then let silence pass.
"Then you already lost.", he spoke and he meant it.
He was on speaking terms with Aceus, that was true, but what cynicism he had insisted, that it was because he quite honestly didn't like the alternative. He knew, what had happened, he knew, what had happened to the assassin and if he was honest, his only regret was, that it had not been him, who had beheaded that person, but Karim.
"We're here.", he added and looked up to a vessel, which was for him more home then the Palace of the Ruby Hall in Megido. It was a Jaras-Type Sailing Vessel, characterized by the long bowsprit and overhanging stern, without either, she was thirty-five metres long, give or take a few centimetres. A sign, and two men of the Tabardariyya with their large and imposing axes told, that she would be open for visitors in the afternoon. Her hull was white, wide and still gave off an impression of sleekness, despite being on the pudgy side for a sailing vessel. On the main mast, the vessel carried the banner of the Ilkhan of Megido, which signalled, that he was aboard. "If I may introduce, the Takhatiy."
He missed the nearly-an-incident with Erika completely.

by **Shamsiyya** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 7:52 am

Of course, Iska was just as aware as the others, that there was quite a bit more that belonged to the welcoming of a state guest, but it was quite overwhelming for a translator and bar lady - even if probably known all over Adirnabul, in both functions.
Süleyman and Maryam, who were used to sailing on behalf of Yenikonya Dockyards, were a tad bit less overwhelmed, but still impressed.
Layla, however, had spent a lot of time over books and manuscripts, being more busy with her master paper than with anything else, and therefore was less used to being welcomed like this, just like Iska.
Yet, all four, despite this warm welcome, suddenly rather felt less like the delegation of Shamsiyya's largest shipbuilding company, but more like plain travellers approaching fix ground after a long journey - which they technically indeed were, but after this short moment of surprise, this was another short moment where it simply boiled down to ... this. None of them would later be able to describe this moment accurately.
Docking, indeed, did not take much time.

by **Lillorainen** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 8:08 am

When said lady (whose name, unbeknownst to Ingmar, Merle, and Ratko, was Zoe) called over to them, Merle grinned and nodded.
Ratko instantly raised his own voice and responded, "Aye, good voyage, it has been! There was some heavy sea in the first night, but else, it was calm - no spectacular incidents this time! How about you guys?"
Ingmar just wanted to tell Ratko to fix the ropes, but as he didn't want to interrupt, he decided to just do it himself. Merle noticed this and helped him, quickly jumping onto the wharf - yet still paying attention to their conversation.

by **Mervay** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:18 am

Kyrenaia wrote:Ahmad nodded.
"Here's to hoping...", he mumbled, before he grinned, "Speaking of which, we're there!"
Indeed, they were: The Old Town's famous Market, the Bazar al'Asmak, also known as the Bazaar of Fishes. Of course, fish and fish-products were not the main-products offered anymore, as the many stalls and stores would soon enough tell. There were a few stores with finger food, though, some of which were indeed grilled fish.
The market itself was the usual feisty, bubbly and lively atmosphere of a Kyrenaian Bazaar, with three rows of shops on either side, the first row being stalls by the streets and the second row being back to back with them, sharing the street with stores, buildings, directly opposite to them.
One could get nearly everything here, that was legal in Kyrenaia and the Ilkhanate of Megido, from spices and fruit (both fresh and dried), animals (that was a store), clothing (both everyday clothing and more traditional dresses, the Fistan Alshams most prominently), smoking herbs and utensils for that, there was even a stall selling kitchen knives.
Ahmad turned to both of them, extending his hand. "Well, then, I'm afraid, that this is the place, where we leave each other's company. It was a pleasure, Sir, Ma'am... may your marriage be blessed with many, many Mini-Dilevas.", he said and grinned.

Ahmad told them that they finally were in the market; the place was know as the Bazar Al'Asmak, an market full of an lovely atmosphere on the air and of course full of people and stores.
They could find everything around here, hell even animals, surely like an pet store; although what catched their eyes was clothes store, here they could find traditional clothes for them and for the girls at home, but that was their first stop here in the market since surely they would want to visit other places like the merchant navy academy or an traditional Kyrenaian bath.

"Thank you so much Ahmad and may god help you with your girl" Edward said shaking hands with him and grinning. "Godspeed my friend and good luck" with that the couple leaved to their first stop on the market.

"I'm sure that she will accept his confession. I'm sure they will make an cute couple" Jessica said thinking about it.

"Bet that yes. Still that name, Fara sounds very familiar to me" Edward said thinking about that name. "No it can't be that and if it is, seems that our friend would be lucky" he says as they entered to the clothes store and begun to look out for traditional clothes.

by **The Chuck** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:21 am

With a straight face and composure Alexander looked at the officer and nodded.

"Yes sir, I understand."

One they sorted out the issue with the police, Alexander turned back towards Fredrick and Marie.

"So, that offer still stands Fredrick, I have a couple casks of Cutty Sark Scotch that I brought along with some other stuff! You're more then welcome to come and join me on the Geezer's Rest! Same goes to you *points towards the Moscareinas man*. What was your name?"

by **Kuronami** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 1:38 pm

Kyrenaia wrote:The Handmaiden behind the Prince, at the mentioning of a Shirin-san or Miss Bayd, hid a laugh behind her veil, for Miss Bayd was her. She would have to speak to Yuki later, it would surely be fun.
"Please, call me Mahmut.", Mahmut replied to Yuki's bow in kind, noting Haru's blush, smiling as she rose, "Shirin spoke in such fond words of you and your friends, but she forgot to mention, how pretty you are."
All three girls could claim that compliment for themselves, if one asked Mahmut, both Haru and Yuki were certainly at a tie of who was cuter looking, while Yuzu was a very close follower.
"Now, then...", Crown Prince Ilia drew attention to himself and motioned for the deck house, "...shall we?"

"Oh well if you insist...Mahmut" Yuki agreed. Odd it was for her to ever address any noble on a first name basis but to not do as they say is also an offense so when in Rome... "I'm glad she's spoken highly of me. I know she must have much to do but maybe if she could find the time to meet me, I'd love the chance." She smiled a little blush on her cheeks after the added compliment.

"Well then, our introduction are all done so yes let's go have some tea." Yuzu insisted.

Haru was frozen in her tracks her adoring eyes on Mahmut. "Haru-chan..."

"O-oh coming!"

Yuzu whispered to Yuki, "Hey I think she might be a little taken by the Prince's charm."

"Oh...I know it's wrong to gossip but think I oughta tell her later that I've heard the Prince is betrothed already."

"For real?"

"I could be wrong, like I said it's only the murmurs I've heard. Kind of a game of telephone for all I know."

"Good point." Yuzu then spoke up to address the Crown Prince Ilia "If I might ask, you have a lovely ship how did you come to be in possession of it? Much of a sailing man yourself?"

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 4:07 pm

"Well it's been a sixty day trip to get here, but its been enjoyable, had to seek shelter on a few occasions due to storms but it wasn't too bad. Luna has been a good little boat and done us proud. Its the first long distance trip with this boat but it probably won't be the last, however if the weather is good on our return trip we should be back in Rai'lal in around forty days as we spent twenty days sightseeing at various places"

Jax by this time had decided he had been in the sun long enough and made his move, heading down into the cabin where he has his comfort spot on one of the beds, in this case taking claim to Zoe and Micky's bed at the bow cabin of the boat. Micky on the other hand was eying up the little cutter, "is it okay if we can pop over to have a look at the cutter?" asks Micky

by **Lillorainen** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 7:24 pm

"Sixty days ... what the shit ..." - Merle exclaimed, without thinking about it. After all, it had taken them just a couple of weeks to Sinope ...
"So you've stopped a couple of times?" - Ratko asked. "We have, too, but mostly near uninhabited islands."
Ingmar and Merle got finished fixing the ropes - as they had already dropped anchor, they now could enjoy meeting someone new to them.
Both jumped onto the wharf.
After (more or less jokingly, mind you) checking whether or not the wharf would hold them by jumping on it, Ingmar said, "They seem safe - both the Milenka and the wharf." He grinned. "Of course, you may have a look. Not that it were spectacular, but I'd assume that you may like it."

by **Danceria** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 9:20 pm

"A wondrous ship..." Aceus complimented, gradually rousing himself out of despair, if only to present himself as amicable. Okan's words hit home. They didn't hold ill will against him, just his deeds. Deeds, that can be reconciled through action alone, something the Dancerian King intended, and was happy to oblige with. It'll be just like Utica... Aceus thought to himself, recalling the time when he ventured to Kyrenaia during the execution of it's Opposition Leader. In spite of all the bad things that happened, he proved to be able to get through it and make it a happy memory.

I'll see to it that we have happy memories from here on out. Aceus resolved, and continued his conversation. "Is it a personal vessel, or one on lease?"

by **Shwe Tu Colony** » Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:32 pm

Sinope Harbor
As though they were always there, a blonde boy in a Chinese-looking outfit & another with violet hair & a martial artist's outfit were suddenly visible in the crowd. "Oh... oh cod, where are we?" the former of the two said as both looked around as inconspicuously as they could, moving along with the crowd, "I don't feel any... ah. Dang, I guess Dana really did hit us that hard if we're in that sort of area!" He rubbed his head. "Oh man, she hit me so hard I'm feelin' pain for once."
"I wanted to smash, but not like that, that's for sure," the other sighed, "Oh she really left the wrong kinds of marks on me."
"Bruh, we don't know where the [DATA DELETED] we are, & that's what you're worried about?" his friend replied, giving him a playful punch, "Man, you really are hopeless."
"I could say the same thing to you. Remember that one time when I—"
"That-that's enough!" a vivid blush came over the blonde, "We are in a pub-ah-lic place, dude! We should be looking for a way home, anyway."

"Ah, right, good point," the other said, smirking as he sat down at an empty bench & taking out a triangular prism phone, "Let's see... who should we contact."
"Uh, no, it should be me after what you did," his friend extracted his own triangular phone & slammed himself onto his friend as he sat down.
"Ow! Dude, get off of my lap! You're [DATA DELETED] uncomfortable."
"Oh, fine then," he slid off & began to scroll through his phone, "Ah, there's my brother. Lemme see if I can call him." After a few moments of silence, the boy put his phone to his ear. "Hey uh," he was cut off by what seemed to have been excessive shouting, as he moved his phone away from his ear, "Ow! I can hear you, you know... yeah, uh-huh. Wow! [DATA DELETED] you too!" He thrust his phone behind him into some sort of pocket.

"So! Looks like he's not gonna help us," he said, scowling with clenched fists, "Lemme call the others." A good thirty or so phone calls later, & he let his head fall into his friend's lap again, defeated. "W-wah! What are you doing!" the victim shouted.
"Uguuuu! They don't caaaarrreee," his friend whined, sighing with hands in the air & head firm as his friend tried to get him off to no avail, "Guess we're stuck here."
"Oh! Wait, what about Hermes-Hina? & get off of me, will ya!" he shoved his friend's head off of him with only enough force to get him straight up & proceeded to take his phone out from his pocket, "Let's see..." He scrolled through it & eventually put his phone up to his ear. "Hey Hermes-Hina, you would not believe the day I had!" he began, "But umm... do you think you could help us? We're stuck... somewhere. Oh, really? Huh, I see. Well, love ya, bye!"

"You never tell me that, you barnacle!" his friend teased, "I thought that we were friends, maybe mo—"
"Shush! Don't risk that," an awkward pause passed between them, "Anyway, Hermes says he'll get a plane here soon. He'll call us when it lands, but for now..." He smirked. "Where there's a coastal town..."
"... there's hot girls," his blonde friend got up, & the two of them began wandering around to see what sights there may be... &, as was their nature, if there were any cute girls. The two were awfully vain fellows like that.

by **Bruke** » Thu Dec 27, 2018 1:15 am

Prince of Asturias Yachting Club, Llastres, the Maritime Territory

Bright and early at 11 am, the Debarwa departed Llastres, bound for Sinope, a city in the Sultanate of Kyrenaia. Before the yacht left the safety of

The vessel had three important passengers, each with their own story.

Awate Efrem, a former sailor from Eritrea, carried with him the scars of conflict. For most of his life, he had been in military service. His role eventually came to be captaining a patrol boat, filled with green sailors who had just completed basic training. This constant stream of new personnel was an outgrowth of the country being on a constant war footing, especially regarding their neighbor to the south. He had done well in his time, fighting in the war for independence, but had to flee when he was accused of supporting G-15. After he left, he ended up in the Royal Republic. Being that Bruke (until recently) was a landlocked country, he spent time in San Francisco where he discovered a more relaxed kind of sailing. After a few years of captaining chartered yachts, he became friendly enough with the local yachting community to try sailing for sport. He competed in the San Francisco Perpetual Challenge Trophy in 2014 and 2016. He now is skipper of the Debarwa. As such, he seeks to explore more of the world and build his skills, one day teaching a younger generation the ways of the sport.

Brandon Hammond was born in Western Section during the last gasp of the colonial era, right before the start of the decolonization conflicts that racked what would become West America for the next three decades. After attending the University of Western Section (then only with one campus, in Frontier) and majoring in agricultural engineering, he took up work at a fishery along the Saint John River. This work eventually led him to academia, returning to his alma mater in the year 2000 to become a research assistant to Maurice Bondy, the first director of the UWS Center for Aquacultural and Fisheries Sciences. An exchange program sponsored by WAIST (the West American Initiative for Science and Technology) placed him with the Royal Explorers Society’s Program for Oceanic Research. From 2008-2010. This initial contact was what drew him to work for the Society as captain of the RES James Bruce. While a captain, he discovered a general love for sailing that stayed with him afterwards. He was inspired to take up competitive sailing, buying a small yacht with family and learning the sport at the would-be Commodore Naval Yard. He is now the tactician of the Debarwa, a role that suits his detail-oriented personality.

Joaquin Carreon has long been a well-known figure to Llastreseños and Llastreseñas, as he has been the longest-serving mayor in the city’s history, in office from 1990 all the way to the recent handover to Brukean rule. In his role as mayor, he mostly focused on restoring Cantabria Bay as a way to boost tourism. This was the dilemma of the Pearl of the Pacific. Llastres had been a small but notable resort town until World War 1, when the Allied need for petroleum brought heavy industry to develop local oil reserves. The Second World War intensified this need, and in the postwar period the city became one of the largest oil hubs on the West Coast. The ecological damage from years of extraction and refining became apparent when in 1989 a tanker ruptured, polluting miles of pristine coastline. Carreon was voted in on a platform of environmental protection. His first action was to encourage a lawsuit by victims of pollution which resulted in a settlement that required locally operating oil companies to clean up damage over a period of years, a process that is still ongoing today. He also restored the harbor, an action that saw him named president of the Prince of Asturias Yachting Club, focusing on improving club facilities. He is now manager of the Debarwa, also serving as an ambassador of sorts for Llastres.

Approaching Sinope

The Debarwa let out a blast of its horn as a friendly greeting as it neared the shore of the city. Even though Llastres had only recently been incorporated into the Royal Republic, the residents had heard of the Sultanate, described in glowing terms by Brukean media.

This would most certainly be an enjoyable trip.

by **Kyrenaia** » Thu Dec 27, 2018 4:05 am

As soon as docking was finished, a gangplank was put up, the crowd parting for Faris, who had taken it upon herself to welcome the Malika Aljazirat personally.
Kyrenaia had a long history of shipbuilding and ship-owning, as well as a long history of selling and buying vessels, as well as components of them. Surya, the conglomerate she headed, produced generators and engines, reactors as well - she was sure, that one could make a deal with Yenikonya Dockyards.
But of course, she would not speak to the Captain about that. It was not out of disrespect for the man or his officers, but simply because he most likely didn't have an appropriate rank - besides, such talks were usually made in a more business-like atmosphere.
For now, she hid her excitement at seeing the magnificent ship up close.
"Hello!", she yelled up, "Someone at home?"
Someone in the crowd giggled at that.

Mervay wrote:
Kyrenaia wrote:Ahmad nodded.
"Here's to hoping...", he mumbled, before he grinned, "Speaking of which, we're there!"
Indeed, they were: The Old Town's famous Market, the Bazar al'Asmak, also known as the Bazaar of Fishes. Of course, fish and fish-products were not the main-products offered anymore, as the many stalls and stores would soon enough tell. There were a few stores with finger food, though, some of which were indeed grilled fish.
The market itself was the usual feisty, bubbly and lively atmosphere of a Kyrenaian Bazaar, with three rows of shops on either side, the first row being stalls by the streets and the second row being back to back with them, sharing the street with stores, buildings, directly opposite to them.
One could get nearly everything here, that was legal in Kyrenaia and the Ilkhanate of Megido, from spices and fruit (both fresh and dried), animals (that was a store), clothing (both everyday clothing and more traditional dresses, the Fistan Alshams most prominently), smoking herbs and utensils for that, there was even a stall selling kitchen knives.
Ahmad turned to both of them, extending his hand. "Well, then, I'm afraid, that this is the place, where we leave each other's company. It was a pleasure, Sir, Ma'am... may your marriage be blessed with many, many Mini-Dilevas.", he said and grinned.

Ahmad told them that they finally were in the market; the place was know as the Bazar Al'Asmak, an market full of an lovely atmosphere on the air and of course full of people and stores.
They could find everything around here, hell even animals, surely like an pet store; although what catched their eyes was clothes store, here they could find traditional clothes for them and for the girls at home, but that was their first stop here in the market since surely they would want to visit other places like the merchant navy academy or an traditional Kyrenaian bath.

"Thank you so much Ahmad and may god help you with your girl" Edward said shaking hands with him and grinning. "Godspeed my friend and good luck" with that the couple leaved to their first stop on the market.

"I'm sure that she will accept his confession. I'm sure they will make an cute couple" Jessica said thinking about it.

"Bet that yes. Still that name, Fara sounds very familiar to me" Edward said thinking about that name. "No it can't be that and if it is, seems that our friend would be lucky" he says as they entered to the clothes store and begun to look out for traditional clothes.

The clothes store was a not only a clothes store, but also a tailor's shop, which sold international clothing like suits and dresses, including a good collection of summer dresses, but also traditional Kyrenaian Clothing.
There was actually saleswomen present wearing, demonstrating the dress, much to the delight of other customers.
One of them immediately spotted the two new customers and approached with a small smile. She was a beautiful woman, her eyes of a warm, soft purple tone, her skin of a soft olive-tone. Long, purple locks fell down her back as she approached with a swing of her hips, which would make dancers jealous.
She was dressed in a variation of the Fistan Alshams, the Sun Dress, which the Kyrenaians wore as their traditional clothes, to be precise, she was dressed in a dancer's dress. Her considerable bust was held in place by a bustier, which was adorned with little metal plates, which reflected the light alluringly, a black choker around her neck, midriff bare. Her legs were covered by nothing but a silken, almost translucent skirt, which had slits on either side allowing for easier movement.
And easily she moved, with a grace, that Caracals could learn from.
A small pouch on the belt held a veil, while in her hands, she carried a shawl of the same silk as her skirt.
"Good morning.", she greeted, looking to Edward first, then to Jessica, staying with her to avoid any misunderstandings, "How can I help you?"

The Crown Prince smiled at Yuzu's question.
"Thank you for the compliment... the Sayarfur is a wonderful vessel, but she would only be half as wonderful without her current crew.", he replied and said crew, the girls and women of the HGA's Sailing Club, almost preened with pride. "One could say, that I am a sailing man, yes. And a flying man, too.", he continued as they reached the door, "Although I must say, that the story of how I acquired her is remarkably boring... I bought her. The crew, on the other hand, is a different story!"
And with that, he opened the door into the deckhouse, which also served as Captain's Cabin, office and tea room. In a corner, hidden by a curtain, was the bed, under the window opposite to them was the large desk, which also served as a plotting desk, and in the middle was a table, shin high, surrounded by seating cushions.
With a smile, he and Mahmut let the girls enter first, "Ladies first.", as Mahmut put it.
That also gave the Crown Prince the chance to give the younger Prince a mumbled piece of advice in Kyrenaian, to which he nodded.
"So... what sort of tea would the ladies prefer? Something to calm the stomach, perhaps?", the Crown Prince asked with a small smile, and the honest desire to help, Yuki.

If Okan had known, that Aceus thought he had no opponents on a personal level in his family, that they all only held his deeds, and the lack of deeds, against him, he would have corrected him. Okan himself had nothing against him.
The rest... that one was a bit more iffy.
As it was, he replied: "Oh, she's my Father's private vessel. He introduced us to the water and Mother introduced us to the sails and the wind and we came to love either... which is funny, for Mother comes from one of the driest Khanates in all of Kyrenaia." He let a beat pass. "You might imagine, that this says a lot."

Shwe Tu Colony wrote:Sinope Harbor
As though they were always there, a blonde boy in a Chinese-looking outfit & another with violet hair & a martial artist's outfit were suddenly visible in the crowd. "Oh... oh cod, where are we?" the former of the two said as both looked around as inconspicuously as they could, moving along with the crowd, "I don't feel any... ah. Dang, I guess Dana really did hit us that hard if we're in that sort of area!" He rubbed his head. "Oh man, she hit me so hard I'm feelin' pain for once."
"I wanted to smash, but not like that, that's for sure," the other sighed, "Oh she really left the wrong kinds of marks on me."
"Bruh, we don't know where the [DATA DELETED] we are, & that's what you're worried about?" his friend replied, giving him a playful punch, "Man, you really are hopeless."
"I could say the same thing to you. Remember that one time when I—"
"That-that's enough!" a vivid blush came over the blonde, "We are in a pub-ah-lic place, dude! We should be looking for a way home, anyway."

"Ah, right, good point," the other said, smirking as he sat down at an empty bench & taking out a triangular prism phone, "Let's see... who should we contact."
"Uh, no, it should be me after what you did," his friend extracted his own triangular phone & slammed himself onto his friend as he sat down.
"Ow! Dude, get off of my lap! You're [DATA DELETED] uncomfortable."
"Oh, fine then," he slid off & began to scroll through his phone, "Ah, there's my brother. Lemme see if I can call him." After a few moments of silence, the boy put his phone to his ear. "Hey uh," he was cut off by what seemed to have been excessive shouting, as he moved his phone away from his ear, "Ow! I can hear you, you know... yeah, uh-huh. Wow! [DATA DELETED] you too!" He thrust his phone behind him into some sort of pocket.

"So! Looks like he's not gonna help us," he said, scowling with clenched fists, "Lemme call the others." A good thirty or so phone calls later, & he let his head fall into his friend's lap again, defeated. "W-wah! What are you doing!" the victim shouted.
"Uguuuu! They don't caaaarrreee," his friend whined, sighing with hands in the air & head firm as his friend tried to get him off to no avail, "Guess we're stuck here."
"Oh! Wait, what about Hermes-Hina? & get off of me, will ya!" he shoved his friend's head off of him with only enough force to get him straight up & proceeded to take his phone out from his pocket, "Let's see..." He scrolled through it & eventually put his phone up to his ear. "Hey Hermes-Hina, you would not believe the day I had!" he began, "But umm... do you think you could help us? We're stuck... somewhere. Oh, really? Huh, I see. Well, love ya, bye!"

"You never tell me that, you barnacle!" his friend teased, "I thought that we were friends, maybe mo—"
"Shush! Don't risk that," an awkward pause passed between them, "Anyway, Hermes says he'll get a plane here soon. He'll call us when it lands, but for now..." He smirked. "Where there's a coastal town..."
"... there's hot girls," his blonde friend got up, & the two of them began wandering around to see what sights there may be... &, as was their nature, if there were any cute girls. The two were awfully vain fellows like that.

Several times during their time on the bench, which was actually a low wall, but it was kind of the same difference, their outcries had almost provoked people to stop by and ask, whether or not everything was alright.
Soon, as they had everything under control, apparently, that stopped.
As the two, they appeared to be young men, wondered around, they would not find it hard to find cute girls, although that depended on their definitions of cute.
There was, for example, a small group of four High School aged girls walking around together, for example, all of them with the darker skin typical for Kyrenaians, one of them a redhead by dye, another a brunette and two black haired girls, which looked a lot like twins. All four of them quite visibly neared the end of their development into women.
Another one was a pair of young women in traditional dresses of dancers, giving a small show of their skills with the adorations of the watchers soon following the veiled dance, both dresses hinting at many things, but leaving a lot of room for interpretations as well. One was a blonde with blue eyes and dark skin, the other black-haired with blue eyes. They were free for a bit after their show, drinking water from glass bottles, but one could see, that they might also be welcoming to the offer of something more substantial.
The cutest, however, was a girl of around eight, who sold homemade lemonade from a stall next to her mother's stall of agricultural produce at the Bazar al'Asmak. She was brunette, close to black haired, dressed in a white, knee-length summer dress. Her brown eyes shined with personified innocence and sweetness, while her lemonade looked delicious and was, actually, quite cheap.

Bruke wrote:Prince of Asturias Yachting Club, Llastres, the Maritime Territory

Bright and early at 11 am, the Debarwa departed Llastres, bound for Sinope, a city in the Sultanate of Kyrenaia. Before the yacht left the safety of

The vessel had three important passengers, each with their own story.

Awate Efrem, a former sailor from Eritrea, carried with him the scars of conflict. For most of his life, he had been in military service. His role eventually came to be captaining a patrol boat, filled with green sailors who had just completed basic training. This constant stream of new personnel was an outgrowth of the country being on a constant war footing, especially regarding their neighbor to the south. He had done well in his time, fighting in the war for independence, but had to flee when he was accused of supporting G-15. After he left, he ended up in the Royal Republic. Being that Bruke (until recently) was a landlocked country, he spent time in San Francisco where he discovered a more relaxed kind of sailing. After a few years of captaining chartered yachts, he became friendly enough with the local yachting community to try sailing for sport. He competed in the San Francisco Perpetual Challenge Trophy in 2014 and 2016. He now is skipper of the Debarwa. As such, he seeks to explore more of the world and build his skills, one day teaching a younger generation the ways of the sport.

Brandon Hammond was born in Western Section during the last gasp of the colonial era, right before the start of the decolonization conflicts that racked what would become West America for the next three decades. After attending the University of Western Section (then only with one campus, in Frontier) and majoring in agricultural engineering, he took up work at a fishery along the Saint John River. This work eventually led him to academia, returning to his alma mater in the year 2000 to become a research assistant to Maurice Bondy, the first director of the UWS Center for Aquacultural and Fisheries Sciences. An exchange program sponsored by WAIST (the West American Initiative for Science and Technology) placed him with the Royal Explorers Society’s Program for Oceanic Research. From 2008-2010. This initial contact was what drew him to work for the Society as captain of the RES James Bruce. While a captain, he discovered a general love for sailing that stayed with him afterwards. He was inspired to take up competitive sailing, buying a small yacht with family and learning the sport at the would-be Commodore Naval Yard. He is now the tactician of the Debarwa, a role that suits his detail-oriented personality.

Joaquin Carreon has long been a well-known figure to Llastreseños and Llastreseñas, as he has been the longest-serving mayor in the city’s history, in office from 1990 all the way to the recent handover to Brukean rule. In his role as mayor, he mostly focused on restoring Cantabria Bay as a way to boost tourism. This was the dilemma of the Pearl of the Pacific. Llastres had been a small but notable resort town until World War 1, when the Allied need for petroleum brought heavy industry to develop local oil reserves. The Second World War intensified this need, and in the postwar period the city became one of the largest oil hubs on the West Coast. The ecological damage from years of extraction and refining became apparent when in 1989 a tanker ruptured, polluting miles of pristine coastline. Carreon was voted in on a platform of environmental protection. His first action was to encourage a lawsuit by victims of pollution which resulted in a settlement that required locally operating oil companies to clean up damage over a period of years, a process that is still ongoing today. He also restored the harbor, an action that saw him named president of the Prince of Asturias Yachting Club, focusing on improving club facilities. He is now manager of the Debarwa, also serving as an ambassador of sorts for Llastres.

Approaching Sinope

The Debarwa let out a blast of its horn as a friendly greeting as it neared the shore of the city. Even though Llastres had only recently been incorporated into the Royal Republic, the residents had heard of the Sultanate, described in glowing terms by Brukean media.

This would most certainly be an enjoyable trip.

The horn blast was returned in kind from three places: A freighter's Captain a few hundred metres away, far away and not really crossing the Debarwa's path, decided to have a bit of fun. Another sailing vessel, a Kyrenaian one, judging by the flag it flew, honked in respect. The last one was a customs boat, the same one, which the Luna Mysteria had encountered, approaching a bit slower.
The Lieutenant in charge of the boat waved.
"Good morning, Debarwa!", he called via megaphone. "Customs and Harbour Police! Anything you would like to make known?"

by **Aurora Confederacy** » Thu Dec 27, 2018 5:00 am

"yeah, Luna's not a fast yacht, she's more for cruising than racing and we were meandering from place to place to give her a run and to stretch her fins, she's done well for a thirty eight year old boat. When I brought her she was lying unloved at the back of a marina covered in moss and mildew and was half full of water as no one had been to pump her out, hull was sound so I went from there, and sure, we'd love to come aboard and if you want we'll treat you to a meal tonight here on the Luna" replied Zoe before turning to Micky "Micky, lets head over in a few"

Micky nods, "sounds like a plan, what about Jax?"

"I think he will be okay sleeping in the cabin, just lock the windows and doors and he'll be fine" says Zoe, grabbing a cup with one hand and the feeling the kettle with the other, then flicking the on switch before putting a teabag into the cup. "Micky, add dried milk powder to the list, we'll need some before we make the return trip"

Sinope Harbour Festival (IC, MT)

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