Post by Commodore Victor (SWT) on May 20, 2016 6:24:31 GMT
The last of the winter snow had barely begun to melt, yet Commodore Victor was down at the docks barking out orders. Sailors, captains and quartermasters alike were busy making final preparations for a departure. Captain Gwyndaf of the ship Sanctuary assisted Victor in the preparations. Victor had assigned himself to Vigor, although Captain Torsen would still be leading the ship, while Victor would be leading the fleet.
“Come now, men!” Victor yelled out, “I want these ships ready to sail from Exmoor by the first signs of spring, you understand?”
He approached Gwyndaf and asked, “Any news about the rest?”, to which he received a short, courteous reply “No, Commodore, they will join us later in the spring. If we must depart as soon as you request, we cannot wait for them.”
Commodore Victor gazed out at the fleet and half-mumbled, half-spoke to himself, “We must depart as soon as possible, if the seer’s prophecy is to come true.” Raising his voice, he asked Gwyndaf “Will the Admiral be joining us?”
“Shortly, but I think he has matters to attend to at court, unless he hears good news.” Gwyndaf replied. Just then, Grand Admiral Aethor was seen walking the docks, inspecting the crew, captains, ships and its cargo. He would, indeed, not be joining them then there.
“Commodore. Captain.” The Admiral nodded as the men returned salutes, “Handle your duties well and I’ll see you back at port soon enough. I’ll have the others ready to regroup by the time you’re back. Make Albion proud, understand?”
Both men replied simultaneously, “Yes, sir!”
“Good,” Admiral Aethor replied, “Now tell me, how far along are the preparations?”
With that, the three men walked the docks and gave orders as necessary as they continued their inspections of the fleet and its crew.
“Come now, men!” Victor yelled out, “I want these ships ready to sail from Exmoor by the first signs of spring, you understand?”
He approached Gwyndaf and asked, “Any news about the rest?”, to which he received a short, courteous reply “No, Commodore, they will join us later in the spring. If we must depart as soon as you request, we cannot wait for them.”
Commodore Victor gazed out at the fleet and half-mumbled, half-spoke to himself, “We must depart as soon as possible, if the seer’s prophecy is to come true.” Raising his voice, he asked Gwyndaf “Will the Admiral be joining us?”
“Shortly, but I think he has matters to attend to at court, unless he hears good news.” Gwyndaf replied. Just then, Grand Admiral Aethor was seen walking the docks, inspecting the crew, captains, ships and its cargo. He would, indeed, not be joining them then there.
“Commodore. Captain.” The Admiral nodded as the men returned salutes, “Handle your duties well and I’ll see you back at port soon enough. I’ll have the others ready to regroup by the time you’re back. Make Albion proud, understand?”
Both men replied simultaneously, “Yes, sir!”
“Good,” Admiral Aethor replied, “Now tell me, how far along are the preparations?”
With that, the three men walked the docks and gave orders as necessary as they continued their inspections of the fleet and its crew.