Any Port in the Storm (semi-open)

[Piethrixia]

South Piethrixia Sea

A small Orange vessel with PAF QUARANTINE written in big letters on the side, With ten PAF soldiers on board armed with a flamethrower and a pistol board the ship. They take two passengers, Killing three in the process. Before they leave they give them two days of food.
The Passengers are most likely taken to a Research facility and will never be seen again.

After the PAF boat leaves a Message is sent to the ship. "Leave Piethrixian Seas or be sunk. This is your only and final warning before you get a visit from on of our Sub Squads."

[Holy Marsh]

The Endless Sun was a Marshite-owned vessel operating out of Mokastana. A small sixty-foot vessel with a large portion of its space utilized for cargo, it acted as a nice little business vessel for the co-owners. Brother and sister Reijas and Carala Tu'scaci had spent much of their formative years following their father around on the high seas of the Marshite Merchant Marine. He had retired in the last port he was physically able to reach, a common tradition amongst the Merchant Marine. His children had only ever wanted to follow in their father's footsteps and prowl the high seas. Good Mokastana citizens, they worked hard, used their father's inheritance, and started a unique shipping business.

Using the Sea Sparky-class Individual Cargo Vessel, the two shipped goods to and from countries in Eastern Greater Dienstad. They limited themselves to small goods that could be produced locally by Marshite and other communities in Mokastana for cheap. Then they would outbid the larger competitors because they had no overhead, had cheap labor to rely on from friends in the Church, and did it mostly to just go back out at sea. They set up jobs at their destination beforehand and went about their work with excitement.

As luck would have it, the pair were delivering food and medicine from Mokastana to AHSCA when the storm had hit. They hadn't been caught in the middle, just the edge, but it had been enough. The Sea Sparky had a large host of communication equipment but it had all gone to the fritz. The ship hadn't capsized, but fierce squalls and heavy rains had done well to damage her. Navigation was out. Something had cut them off from any and all geographical or nautical data. The fuel line had been cut- it would teach them for being a bit too excited and buying a used model. The windows at the bridge had been blown out. Since the bridge doubled as their sleeping quarters the siblings hadn't a good wink since it had happened.

Not that they cared. They were having a blast. Reijas had spent much of the time as high as he could get, bringing out his nautical binoculars as he balanced second-naturedly on top. Carala had done her best to commit herself to repairs and keeping the damaged vessel going. Both took pride that all the cargo was still there. Both also enjoyed the feeling of a proper adventure, and knew that they would make it through.

Reijas spotted something big.

“Car- I think its another ship. A big one.”

“Whats the flag?”

A pause. Some time passed.

“Ah, from the south islands!” Reijas said excitedly, jumping up. That was the term they used for ASHCA. Very nice. He frowned. “Hmm...looks to be in some distress.”

Carala poked her head out from the cargo hold. She went up the stairs and closed the double-doors that led below and headed into the bridge. She immediately started moving The Endless Sun towards the passenger vessel. When they were close enough, or she felt they were, she tapped on the ceiling.

“Yeah Car?”

“Fire the flare.”

Reijas did so thrice to get the attention of the AHSCA flagged vessel. After he did that he took a nautical light, held it up, and started morse coding.

“Friend islander vessel, Mokastana Marshite ship Endless Sun coming. Are you in need of aid?”

[Piethrixia]

The Piethrixian Navy watched the Ship for a day until it finally went off radar. A day later it was back again, A storm had caused some interference. The PAF Instantly Deployed two Submarines and a Large Quarantine vessel to take more infected.

When they arrived they were met with handgun fire from the deck.
The PAF soldiers ended up killing another ten people before leaving

An hour later another message was sent to the ship.
"leave now or the next attack will take ten times the amount of lives."

[Mokastana]

The Piethrixian Navy watched the Ship for a day until it finally went off radar. A day later it was back again, A storm had caused some interference. The PAF Instantly Deployed two Submarines and a Large Quarantine vessel to take more infected.

When they arrived they were met with handgun fire from the deck.
The PAF soldiers ended up killing another ten people before leaving

An hour later another message was sent to the ship.
"leave now or the next attack will take ten times the amount of lives."

Hey Piethrixia, just a word of advice, if you want to join the RP, you have to allow the other players a chance to interact. Also RPing the other players characters tends to be frowned upon. Simply saying you showed up, saying how the other player's people responded, claiming that you kind of killed X number of people, and left without a chance for any interaction isn't really RPing. I would advise perhaps reading some RP stickies first to get a feel for how Role-plays are played here.

General beginners guide:
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[AHSCA]

--snip--
“Ah, from the south islands!” Reijas said excitedly, jumping up. That was the term they used for ASHCA. Very nice. He frowned. “Hmm...looks to be in some distress.”

Carala poked her head out from the cargo hold. She went up the stairs and closed the double-doors that led below and headed into the bridge. She immediately started moving The Endless Sun towards the passenger vessel. When they were close enough, or she felt they were, she tapped on the ceiling.

“Yeah Car?”

“Fire the flare.”

Reijas did so thrice to get the attention of the AHSCA flagged vessel. After he did that he took a nautical light, held it up, and started morse coding.

“Friend islander vessel, Mokastana Marshite ship Endless Sun coming. Are you in need of aid?”

With ships seemingly always wanting to attack them the bright flares made some of the crew tense again as if they weren't tense battling out in the weather. "Oh now what!?" Some had to wonder why anyone wanted to attack a ship from a neutral nation in peace time was beyond them.

The signal crew kept their eyes peered. Stationed in a cupola at the aft end of the ship, it was easier for them to deal with the weather compared to the deck crews. "Shino, did you see that?" Crewwoman Tsuki ashed her

"Flares? From who? Think we should signal back?" Tsuki asked

"Hold a sec. We've already encountered a lot of dangerous people." Shino hesitated a moment looking closely noticing a nautical light

"It's morse." Shino pulled up her binoculars "It's the Mokans! Tsuki, write down and get ready to signal back. On my cue and go" she pointed for her to light up their signals "S.O.S. S.O.S..." Tsuki flashed the light patterns to give the needed code "Half-power. Broken mast. Sick passengers. Under attack. Need to get to nearest shore. Need medical help."

[Holy Marsh]

Reijas looked out at the return message with a frown. Who in Marsh's name would attack a passenger vessel, especially one marked from a neutral nation? Must have been a bunch of huge assholes. Nevertheless, they were in a position to help and what proper Marshites could say no to that?

“They're in trouble. Half-power. Sick. Under attack. Broken mast,” he said, relating what he heard as the information came to him.

“Well, we can't solve all their problems but we can solve some of 'em. Tell them we're coming to aid them,” Car said. She angled their mast as best as she could towards the point she estimated was best and gave the engine as much as it could handle considering the damage and fuel line being cut. It would take a bit but they'd get there. And once there they could give most of their cargo, likely all of it. Anything to aid those in need.

In due time they made their way towards the foreign vessel. They nearly scraped the side before they launched two grappling hooks from stations on the bow and stern. They launched over the railings and then latched onto them. The two Marshites then scrambled up the line with great speed as their ship was now tethered to the larger vessel. In a flash they made it over the top and onto the AHSCA vessel, big, broad smiles on to meet whoever was sent there to greet them.

[AHSCA]

“They're in trouble. Half-power. Sick. Under attack. Broken mast,” he said, relating what he heard as the information came to him.

“Well, we can't solve all their problems but we can solve some of 'em. Tell them we're coming to aid them,” Car said. She angled their mast as best as she could towards the point she estimated was best and gave the engine as much as it could handle considering the damage and fuel line being cut. It would take a bit but they'd get there. And once there they could give most of their cargo, likely all of it. Anything to aid those in need.

In due time they made their way towards the foreign vessel. They nearly scraped the side before they launched two grappling hooks from stations on the bow and stern. They launched over the railings and then latched onto them. The two Marshites then scrambled up the line with great speed as their ship was now tethered to the larger vessel. In a flash they made it over the top and onto the AHSCA vessel, big, broad smiles on to meet whoever was sent there to greet them.

"Looks like they're coming to help now" Tuski replied

"Oooh for once a friendly face" The two signalers remarked to each other

"I'll tell the captain," Shino said "You keep manning the signal"

"Wait, Shino-chan"

"Huh?"

"Anything can happen in a storm like this and before you do go I just wanted to really do this" She stood up and kissed Shino "I'll come back, Tsuki don't worry. Then we'll...Talk about that...Further" She said a smile and blush on her cheeks but she bundled up and headed across deck to inform the captain.

"Kiri, if they're going to board bring them to the bridge"

"Aye Captain"

Kiri along with two other ship officers bolted out to help up the new Marshite friends who came "Quickly quickly come with me" Kiri said and lead them to the bridge. "Kiri take the wheel from me" Aina insisted

"Aye Captain" Once in her control Aina let go to greet them "Welcome aboard. You can tell we're in pretty dire straits right now but we're happy a friendly group finally is here. Let me give you the quick, I have a dozen or so passengers and crew with Jungle Fever right now, pretty dangerous even if you've been stricken with it before. So do what you can. We're also low power from our steam and our mast is broken. We're looking for a way out of the storm now but it could be a while. We need to get to port but whatever you can give us to help us through the night will be helpful." She got down on her knees as a gesture of respect humbleness and thanks. She her self was a Marshite follower with retention of her native faith.

[Mokastana]

"You know much about Jungle Fever? Maybe you do if you're traveling aboard a civil vessel from the isaldns. You see, I'm a doctor on the islands, I know the disease well. I've had it as a child before too so the effects won't be as severe in me doesn't mean it can't be fatal. Take my vitals tell me how I'm doing." she was sweating a bit and her breathing was labored "if this ship can't make it to port soon we're going to have a pretty high fatality rate. Especially with the children it's very likely to kill them if not treated."

William went into the room,effectively masked and gloved. He would have smiled to the lady had she been able to see it. Before he could introduce himself she began, explaining what she was, what she had and how much of a danger it was. Listening carefully, he waited for her to finish before beginning his own commentary:

“I've been on the islands for just under a year now, serving with a local doctor. So I've seen a few odd cases of Jungle Fever. Got the vaccine for it while in the Federal Army, worst week of my conscription.

My name is William Flanagan, Nurse Practitioner. We'll get you taken care of Mrs….” William trailed off, giving her the hint to share her own name while he began taking the vitals. If/when she finally answered, he continued, “Well Mrs. Xxxxxxx, it seems like you might be right, vitals are not too bad given the situation. Temperature is concerning, but you should be able to drink fluids on your own, which is better than some around here. I'm going to recommend you stay quarantined, but I'll probably be stopping by for your opinion on other patients if things get worse.

I spoke with the Captain, we're going to try to find some place to take port in soon. Might be a few days, but it's second on the priority list after getting out of this storm. I'll be getting you some water and meds, anything else I can get for you?”

[Holy Marsh]

Jungle fever? Sounded adventurous. Dangerous, but adventurous! Of course both Marshites knew not to make light of such things. Their trips to and from the southern islands had taught them any great values of respect and love for their foreign brothers and sisters, but it also showed them that the underdevelopment of the land could lead to some awful problems. Still, neither one of them wanted to mess with that stuff.

Reijas put his hands on the shoulders of the kneeling island, beckoning her up. “Come on, buck up. Can't have the captain of the ship looking all downtrodden, and the Holy Marsh always looks to the strong to aid the weak,” he said with a smile. “You can do this. You wouldn't have been chosen by the Divine otherwise!”

Car nodded. She was more focused on what they could now. “Speaking of the Divine, she brought us together by providence. We are a small cargo operation. In our ship we are holding about 1300 cubic feet of food and medicine. We'll give you all of it. Not sure how long that'll keep you afloat, but anything is enough.”

“Also,” Reijas said as he looked around, “can you show me your mast? Have any duck tape? A lot of it, maybe?” He said with that ever-present smile, but a twinkle in his eye that told everyone he wasn't kidding. “Also, you're beautiful.”

[Mokastana]

Earlier today….

AFP Barracuda

The message came in and the Captain read it quickly. Just what he needed, another naval vessel in the storm. At least this one was cordial but it was being chased by pirates as well.

“Any chance we can get a rescue unit to that vessel?”

“Weather conditions are still to rough for a flight rescue, but we might be able to get a Tomahawk craft to them.”

“Good, get one loaded up and on route to the vessel that seems to be the magnet for all the trouble today. Maybe the Tomahawk can help tow it out of the storm.

The OK-PCL-1 Tomahawk Class Patrol vessel was an older design, purchased back when Mokastana was just regaining control of its own waters. Most were now in storage, kept just in case the Federation was in deep trouble. Quite a few found themselves in police hands, many port cities relying on the boats for interdiction at sea, but a lucky few remained in Military service. Coastal and Shipping lane duty may not have been sexy, but it was still welcoming.

Fighting the waves the craft finally made it into visual range of the wounded craft, a steamship with a broken mast and what looked like a small cargo vessel nearby. Lieutenant Eva Dorado picked up her radio receiver and broadcast a signal to the two ships:

“This is Naval Lieutenant Eva Dorado of the People's Federal Navy, we are here to offer assistance based on SOS signals issued. Please respond.”

She turned to her second in command and ordered him to fire a flair. Solid white to help everyone see better in this storm, plus a flair would get everyone's attention. A signal lamp would soon send a similar message in Morse to the vessels in case their radios were out. For now, she stayed back and waited for any sort of response.

[AHSCA]

Jungle fever? Sounded adventurous. Dangerous, but adventurous! Of course both Marshites knew not to make light of such things. Their trips to and from the southern islands had taught them any great values of respect and love for their foreign brothers and sisters, but it also showed them that the underdevelopment of the land could lead to some awful problems. Still, neither one of them wanted to mess with that stuff.

Reijas put his hands on the shoulders of the kneeling island, beckoning her up. “Come on, buck up. Can't have the captain of the ship looking all downtrodden, and the Holy Marsh always looks to the strong to aid the weak,” he said with a smile. “You can do this. You wouldn't have been chosen by the Divine otherwise!”

Car nodded. She was more focused on what they could now. “Speaking of the Divine, she brought us together by providence. We are a small cargo operation. In our ship we are holding about 1300 cubic feet of food and medicine. We'll give you all of it. Not sure how long that'll keep you afloat, but anything is enough.”

“Also,” Reijas said as he looked around, “can you show me your mast? Have any duck tape? A lot of it, maybe?” He said with that ever-present smile, but a twinkle in his eye that told everyone he wasn't kidding. “Also, you're beautiful.”

Captain Aina grinned a bit it was unusual for her to be so sullen or submissive but she did still have the crew and passengers weighing heavily on her right now. But the Marshite sense of easy going and humor was a refreshing one and boosted her spirits. "Ah I always did like the Marshite spirit, you're right The Heavens and Divine above will see us through. Duck tape?" She asked a bit puzzled who would make tape out of a duck? Well either way she was sure they didn't have any. "I can't say we do but I'm sure we have rope...." Didn't hurt to be optimistic though suddenly being called beautiful made her face go red and her turn her face all bashful. "Captain, you don't have the fever now do you?" Kiri asked her she didn't answer only shouting towards one of her bridge deck officers "Fumiyo! Take them to supply get all the extra rope you can!"

"Aye Captain!" She replied "Come come with me!" She grabbed of the lamps off the wall to lead them down into supply to grab the rope.

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The OK-PCL-1 Tomahawk Class Patrol vessel was an older design, purchased back when Mokastana was just regaining control of its own waters. Most were now in storage, kept just in case the Federation was in deep trouble. Quite a few found themselves in police hands, many port cities relying on the boats for interdiction at sea, but a lucky few remained in Military service. Coastal and Shipping lane duty may not have been sexy, but it was still welcoming.

Fighting the waves the craft finally made it into visual range of the wounded craft, a steamship with a broken mast and what looked like a small cargo vessel nearby. Lieutenant Eva Dorado picked up her radio receiver and broadcast a signal to the two ships:

“This is Naval Lieutenant Eva Dorado of the People's Federal Navy, we are here to offer assistance based on SOS signals issued. Please respond.”

She turned to her second in command and ordered him to fire a flair. Solid white to help everyone see better in this storm, plus a flair would get everyone's attention. A signal lamp would soon send a similar message in Morse to the vessels in case their radios were out. For now, she stayed back and waited for any sort of response.

Another far shot up "Oh!" Shino went to attention again in her station, her mind had still be on her beloved Tsuki, whom hadn't returned yet, but now was a time for action again. Another flare could be more trouble or more help and boy she was hoping it was more help peering through her scope she could see light signals. "Oooh praise be to Madokami another ship." Only issue was it was a general identifier but still it wouldn't hurt to signal back all the other agressors attacked them without a moments hesitation so hopefully it meant this vessel was friendly she signaled back

"S.O.S. sick passengers and crew, need rescue. Damaged."

[Holy Marsh]

Car thought about it a moment. Then she shook her head. “Oh, sorry. I meant duct tape. Adhesive tape? Not sure how to describe it except as the single most useful tool on the planet besides faith. Anywho, onto the rope- do you think that'll work?” she looked over to Reijas. He nodded.

“I think so. I mean, not perfectly. Duct tape would be better.”

“Absolutely.”

“Everyone should have some.”

“Absolutely.”

“Rope will do. Cara, I'll go with these fine people to get some rope. Lots of rope. If you wanna go start unloading some of the cargo...” he allowed the thought to trail off.

“Yeah. I'll need some people for that. We'll be offloading a lot of food and some medicine. Then we can quick-dismantle two of the grapple guns. Meet you at the mast?” She said to her brother, who nodded along.

“Yeppers. Alright, time to rock and roll. Captain, are you a vegan or anything like that? Tell Cara,” Reijas said as he trotted away with the crew heading towards the rope.

Car waited a moment before receiving the answer and moving down. In due time she would be back where they had connected. “Need one person with me,” she said as she she scrambled down the rope and headed toward the cargo area. She opened it up and hoisted a larger grapple gun, pushing it into place. She fired it over the railing, sending a weight on board. “THREAD IT IN AROUND THE RAILING AND DANGLE IT OFF THE SIDE,” she bellowed over the waves to those topside.

Once it was done she started pulling a crank. The weight started to drop until it was on The Endless Sun. She then took the threaded line and tied it to the base of the grapple device. A few seconds later and some tying and voila, connected.

Using carabineers she started connecting cargo boxes to the line, showing whoever had come down how to do so. Using the crank she started hoisting the cargo up to those waiting above, relying on aid to make the process quick and easy

[Kalaascovy]

In the distance, an old steamer became in view. The flag is unknown to any of the sailors but many fear they’re pirates. Yet, if they are pirates, it would make no damn sense for them to be using a shipping steamer that looks like it saw the Titanic as she left port.
The ship shows no signs of moving towards or away from the distressed vessels, and all attempts to contact them on radio have failed. The flag of the vessel, Black and Red, marks on its sides are unknown as well, but it looks official, and it’s crew are out of view. Whoever these sailors are either haven’t noticed the ship in distress or have no interest in helping, as it heards North, towards colder waters.
Yet a potential sign of hope should the ship be contacted, it’s large enough to drag the ship to whatever waters it intends to go, a new and potential savior.

[Provincial America]

USS Huey P. Long, Zumwalt Class Missile Destroyer
Position Unknown

Young Captain Adam Suviya scanned the darkened horizon closely with his thermal binoculars, the dim night sky illuminated by the stars and the moon. The bridge of the Zumwalt was barely lit by the dull glow of low visibility red ship lights, some believing this to be an unnecessary level of protection, as the outer windows of the Zumwalt deck were tinted nearly pitch black from the outside, making any light on the interior nearly invisible.

The lone missile destroyer cruised it's way across the waters, it's knife edge hull slicing through the low waves that washed themselves against it's bow, at a steady 10 knots. The destroyers long range radar and communications equipment had been knocked out of commission by the monster of a storm that consumed the Huey P. Long just an hour before, separating it from it's carrier strike group. Repairs had been commenced, but without the necessary equipment, it would be quite a long ways off.

The lower decks of the ship were quiet, many weapons control officers, and the sailors under their command had their minds and attentions elsewhere, as no ship was in sight, the busiest section of the ship was the DCC, which was in no rush to bring the Communications/Radar back on line. The sailors and few Marines attached to the ship idled in their bunks, or the destroyers mess hall, occupying their minds with whatever was on hand.

A lieutenant Manning the radar control panel, steadily monitoring short range radar traffic, perked up his eyes as a singular blip appeard on his command screen, approximately 20 miles north, radar registered the ship as small, with no foreign radar returns, he alerted the captain to his screen imedietly.

"Ah, good news atlast, maybe they're a civilian trauler, or a foreign naval patrol ship."

He signaled to the communications officer, who imedietly fired up his control pannel, broadcasting on all frequencies.

"Attention any and all vessels within the area, this is the USS Huey P. Long, guided missile destroyer, equipment damaged, location unkown, please respond."

[AHSCA]

Car thought about it a moment. Then she shook her head. “Oh, sorry. I meant duct tape. Adhesive tape? Not sure how to describe it except as the single most useful tool on the planet besides faith. Anywho, onto the rope- do you think that'll work?” she looked over to Reijas. He nodded.

“I think so. I mean, not perfectly. Duct tape would be better.”

“Absolutely.”

“Everyone should have some.”

“Absolutely.”

“Rope will do. Cara, I'll go with these fine people to get some rope. Lots of rope. If you wanna go start unloading some of the cargo...” he allowed the thought to trail off.

“Yeah. I'll need some people for that. We'll be offloading a lot of food and some medicine. Then we can quick-dismantle two of the grapple guns. Meet you at the mast?” She said to her brother, who nodded along.

“Yeppers. Alright, time to rock and roll. Captain, are you a vegan or anything like that? Tell Cara,” Reijas said as he trotted away with the crew heading towards the rope.

Car waited a moment before receiving the answer and moving down. In due time she would be back where they had connected. “Need one person with me,” she said as she she scrambled down the rope and headed toward the cargo area. She opened it up and hoisted a larger grapple gun, pushing it into place. She fired it over the railing, sending a weight on board. “THREAD IT IN AROUND THE RAILING AND DANGLE IT OFF THE SIDE,” she bellowed over the waves to those topside.

Once it was done she started pulling a crank. The weight started to drop until it was on The Endless Sun. She then took the threaded line and tied it to the base of the grapple device. A few seconds later and some tying and voila, connected.

Using carabineers she started connecting cargo boxes to the line, showing whoever had come down how to do so. Using the crank she started hoisting the cargo up to those waiting above, relying on aid to make the process quick and easy

"Oh tape." She nodded understanding "Afraid not. No I'm not a vegan either." She added when asked and Cara and Reijas were left to do what was needed with the crew to work with them. "Aye Ma'am!" or "Aye Sir" Is what they'd hear when asked for something including the one woman who helped Car to thread the ropes. "Not to different than working the rigs of an older sailing vessel!" She chipperly replied.

"All right it's secure!"

[Kalaascovy]

OOC: *cough, cough* Think you have 2 new people

[Kuronami]

OOC: *cough, cough* Think you have 2 new people

(Puppet here: Patience Kalaascovy I'm working my way through)

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It'd been a while since HMD Escort I had been in the fray. They with the Mokan forces a while back helped stave off attacks to allow the little steamer get free though maybe that wasn't the best option it sounded like it was in serious distress so maybe it was more running scared and why wouldn't it. Now they were looking for it they wanted to help it get safely to port but where did it go? Was it still locked in the vicious storm or was it adrift somewhere?

"Damn, we should have boarded when we had the chance." Admiral Obermeyer muttered looking over the radar and maps.

"Based on currents and conditions the ship would probably have taken evasive action due north west." Matsumoto informed her Admiral "An Islander ship is very likely to have limited equipment so they wouldn't know the fastest or safest path out of the storm."

"If no one has come to help them in the meantime they're likely to be torn apart out there." Lieutenant Hollands the CO replied. "But they're skilled they might just hang on."

"Incoming radio coms!" Another tech called out.

"Attention any and all vessels within the area, this is the USS Huey P. Long, guided missile destroyer, equipment damaged, location unkown, please respond."

They paused a bit surprised but it wasn't the ship they were looking for but close enough and someone else in distress might need help.

"USS Huey P. Long this is HMD Escort I we copy your situation. Stand by we'll see if we can get a read on your location, standby over. Matsumoto gear up a scan see if we can ping it's locaition"

"Aye, Admiral" she returned to her console

"USS Huey P. Long this is HMD Escort I here, we're searching for you standby. Have you by chance come across any civilian vessel, over"

He awaited answer when Matsumoto called up again "Admiral, I'm picking up new signals again. One appears to have the signature of a destroyer one is faint enough to likely be our missing steamer."

"Very good Matsumoto, keep it going get a lock on which is closer"

"Aye Admiral."

While she searched he awaited their answer depending on who was closer and who was friendly could determine who'd they go for first. Likely the civil vessel was in greater distress but they'd have to wait and see.

[Kalaascovy]

The unknown vessel gave a whistle in the storm, a low pitched whistle indicating its size. If there be anyone who lived through the First World War and remember it, would know that whistle was for a ship 3 quarters the size of the Olympic. Yet for those who didn’t know what that whistle’s tone was for, experienced a rather strong chill through their spine. “A ghost ship” would be the only explanation if this ancient tone wasn’t heard in one’s youth. To make the situation worse, the ship couldn’t be seen by anyone through this storm, not even Her Lights. This tone wasn’t one of distress either, but rather a call sign for her nation of origin, whatever nation it may be. All that She expressed were 2 low horns and a short third horn that was too short to hear by anyone but the ship itself.

[AHSCA]

The unknown vessel gave a whistle in the storm, a low pitched whistle indicating its size. If there be anyone who lived through the First World War and remember it, would know that whistle was for a ship 3 quarters the size of the Olympic. Yet for those who didn’t know what that whistle’s tone was for, experienced a rather strong chill through their spine. “A ghost ship” would be the only explanation if this ancient tone wasn’t heard in one’s youth. To make the situation worse, the ship couldn’t be seen by anyone through this storm, not even Her Lights. This tone wasn’t one of distress either, but rather a call sign for her nation of origin, whatever nation it may be. All that She expressed were 2 low horns and a short third horn that was too short to hear by anyone but the ship itself.

(I'm assuming you mean for the whistles to be heard by me if not the case please tell me)

Holding the wheel firm Captain Aina kept her focus on keeping the ship in the wind and to the horizon hoping against hope they'd find a way out of the storm. The bridge was quiet except for the storm outside her ears perked at the sound of a low whistle "Odd." She thought, ships had horns of course but this whistle was a lot older. "Whistles." Aina said

"Captain?" Kiri asked her curious

"Someone is calling. Let's try to signal back sound the whistle of us and tell the signal girls to flash again."

"Aye captain" Kiri braced herself grabbing her gear and heading out across deck aft to inform them again. The two signal girls in the aft cuppola began the next round of signaling. "Well at this point we have the Marshites with us and likely the Mokans are still nearby anyone would be daft to try and attack us again."

"Aye, all right Tsuki let's signal again." Shino ordered her companion

"SOS SOS SOS" Tsuki simply flashed seeing if they could at least be seen first.

[Kalaascovy]

Holding the wheel firm Captain Aina kept her focus on keeping the ship in the wind and to the horizon hoping against hope they'd find a way out of the storm. The bridge was quiet except for the storm outside her ears perked at the sound of a low whistle "Odd." She thought, ships had horns of course but this whistle was a lot older. "Whistles." Aina said

"Captain?" Kiri asked her curious

"Someone is calling. Let's try to signal back sound the whistle of us and tell the signal girls to flash again."

"Aye captain" Kiri braced herself grabbing her gear and heading out across deck aft to inform them again. The two signal girls in the aft cuppola began the next round of signaling. "Well at this point we have the Marshites with us and likely the Mokans are still nearby anyone would be daft to try and attack us again."

"Aye, all right Tsuki let's signal again." Shino ordered her companion

"SOS SOS SOS" Tsuki simply flashed seeing if they could at least be seen first.

The flash itself was unseen by the crew up the mysterious vessel. The clouds were simply too thick and the distance too great for anyone to see it. However, the whistle that was in response gained a response. This time in a horn, an old horn. An ancient and aged horn that had experienced many years out in the sea. Again, sending those two long drawn out tunes. Yet the 3rd short horn was heard unlike the whistle. Whoever was out there now had unknown company.

[AHSCA]

The flash itself was unseen by the crew up the mysterious vessel. The clouds were simply too thick and the distance too great for anyone to see it. However, the whistle that was in response gained a response. This time in a horn, an old horn. An ancient and aged horn that had experienced many years out in the sea. Again, sending those two long drawn out tunes. Yet the 3rd short horn was heard unlike the whistle. Whoever was out there now had unknown company.

When Kiri returned from the cuppola "No response to our signal beacons. They may be too far to see it and the storm is too heavy"

"But it seems like they're responding to the sounds of our horns." Aina said pulling again on the horn sounding rope "Whoever is out there knows we're here but we have no way to know if they're our friends or not"

"Well captain, what do you suggest?"

"I'll keep sounding. It could be a passing merchant ship just trying to avoid collision. But the horn seems antiquated like a ship could very well be one of ours."

"You think?"

"Well I don't know for sure. But just have the girls keep flashing hopefully we'll be on the same length we can catch glimpses of each other. We just have to let the waves carry the both of us."

"Aye Captain." Kiri bundled up her coat again and returned to the cupola to tell the two girls signal on. Aina kept on sounding off the ship's horn in the meantime to keep a back and forth going.
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[Kalaascovy]

When Kiri returned from the cuppola "No response to our signal beacons. They may be too far to see it and the storm is too heavy"

"But it seems like they're responding to the sounds of our horns." Aina said pulling again on the horn sounding rope "Whoever is out there knows we're here but we have no way to know if they're our friends or not"

"Well captain, what do you suggest?"

"I'll keep sounding. It could be a passing merchant ship just trying to avoid collision. But the horn seems antiquated like a ship could very well be one of ours."

"You think?"

"Well I don't know for sure. But just have the girls keep flashing hopefully we'll be on the same length we can catch glimpses of each other. We just have to let the waves carry the both of us."

"Aye Captain." Kiri bundled up her coat again and returned to the cupola to tell the two girls signal on. Aina kept on sounding off the ship's horn in the meantime to keep a back and forth going.
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The ship started changing horn patterns. The patterns seems rather odd until a wise man found out it was Morse code in the ship horns.
The message was simply “M-O-R-S-E” over and over again being expressed over the ship’s long old horns.
(OOC: finally we’re getting to the juicy parts)

[Kalaascovy]

OOC: as soon as we make contact via Morse code i’ll Eventually reveal the ship’s name.

[AHSCA]

The ship started changing horn patterns. The patterns seems rather odd until a wise man found out it was Morse code in the ship horns.
The message was simply “M-O-R-S-E” over and over again being expressed over the ship’s long old horns.
(OOC: finally we’re getting to the juicy parts)

"Huuum" Aina listend carefully to the horns "It sounds like they're calling. I think it's morse. Grab me one of the signalers"

"Aye captain"

This time Tsuki returned to the bridge "You wanted me, Captain?"

"Shh take a listen. The horn, tell me is it trying to signal?"

She took a listen most of her expert was in light signals but sound signals weren't too far off. "It sounds like it, Captain. I think they're just sending out MORSE."

"think we can talk back?"

"I'll do my best, Captain, keep in mind I'm trained more in light and flag signals rather than sound."

"I'll try anything at this point. Go ahead." She allowed Tsuki to sound off the ship horn replying simple "Y-E-S." Simple message to convey they were being heard

[Kalaascovy]

"Huuum" Aina listend carefully to the horns "It sounds like they're calling. I think it's morse. Grab me one of the signalers"

"Aye captain"

This time Tsuki returned to the bridge "You wanted me, Captain?"

"Shh take a listen. The horn, tell me is it trying to signal?"

She took a listen most of her expert was in light signals but sound signals weren't too far off. "It sounds like it, Captain. I think they're just sending out MORSE."

"think we can talk back?"

"I'll do my best, Captain, keep in mind I'm trained more in light and flag signals rather than sound."

"I'll try anything at this point. Go ahead." She allowed Tsuki to sound off the ship horn replying simple "Y-E-S." Simple message to convey they were being heard

K.N.M.S. Razortail, Pre-Revolution Steamer, 2 Kilometers Northeast

The Captain was amazed by the response but saddened it is English. English wasn’t a language he was too familiar with and would have preferred even Danish. But English will have to do. Lightening had struck the ship in the storm disabling nearly everything on the ship, only the systems that were originally on the ship when she was built were unharmed, including Her Morse Room. The ship was stuck with one engine since all others were fried and the journey home would take ages. Captain Kielsen wasn’t too happy about the response not being the Kalaascovian one as well, meaning this ship is foreign and could be the pirates that he was warned about.

Kielsen pulled the rope again, sending another code “M-O-R-S-E STOP O-N-L-Y”, annoying the crew who had to put up with the aged horn which wasn’t exactly pleasant to the ears if you were directly under it.