first part PF intro mini

11:51:20 AM	Jenifer_Teague  The Besmara's Bounty cuts a dashing figure through the waves. Bright yellow sails, a shining clean hull and Albion colours flying. What is less easy to see is the well hidden 20 cannons a side, the metal plating hidden under decorative wooden parts and the well stocked magazine. For all her pretty colours and fluttering flag, she's a frigate and a proud one.
11:55:50 AM	Jenifer_Teague  The sun is shining down on her as she sails, the figurehead of a rather busty Besmara cutting through the waves as she runs with the wind. It's a nice, calm day all things concidered. Plenty to keep people busy without being so busy that people cannot take the time to enjoy the weather or talk.
12:00:47 PM	Samanhe  Up in the ship's wheelhouse, the door is open and the breeze cuts through, sending Samanhe Veloran's thick braids fluttering before they thump against her back while she bends over a secured parchment map. After having been shown how, she has been poring over the charts, both learning and plotting.
12:01:26 PM	Samanhe  She even has been getting to take a turn at the wheel now and then, though not without the jealously watchful eye of the ship's chief navigator inspecting her every twitch.
12:04:46 PM	Samanhe  At just a smidge over six feet tall, she has to stoop to avoid bumping her head on doorways. Blonde hair lightened by years of work under the sun frames a narrow face tanned by same. Long limbs contribute to her height, though she is obviously muscled from her time on the farm. She worries a thin piece of wood between her teeth--a poor substitute for straw from home.
12:17:59 PM	 Jenifer_Teague enters. She's six foot on the dot, with long, golden blonde hair in gentle curls that shines just a bit too much to feel normal and brilliant golden eyes that make that even more obvious. She's dressed in a perfectly tailored set of pants, heavy boots, white blouse and a brown and gold longcoat that flutters in the breeze.
12:19:10 PM	 Jenifer_Teague has a bandolier with a pair of pistols hanging from it and a brilliant, friendly smile on her face that she turns on Samanhe. "How goes, me Dear?"
12:21:58 PM	Samanhe  She stands up slowly from the maps, blinking owlishly as her eyes refocus on something not ten inches away. "Jes' fine, Miss Teague." Her voice is a solid alto, a little raspy about the edges, spoken with a trace of a drawl unique to the area as opposed to mainland Albion. "Doin' some exercises on th'charts here. Gotta get this navagatin' down before Pete says I can give courses to the Cap'n."
12:28:04 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Oh? I'm glad to hear that." Her own voice, Mezzo-Soprano is rich and musical even when talking normally. No one is quite sure how she manages that. "Mind if I look it over?"
12:28:55 PM	Samanhe  "Shore." She backs away from the table, waiting in a corner, already adapted to the slight roll of the waters in spite of being a so-called landlubber.
12:31:52 PM	 Jenifer_Teague steps over, her movements very graceful as she heads to look over the map. "...not bad, not bad at all mate~" She grins.
12:36:21 PM	 Samanhe returns it easily, the freckles across her nose disappearing as it scrunches slightly. "Thanks, Miss Teague. I figure I got just a little more work at understandin' these 'current' things 'n then I can whip up a short sail 'round one'r two of these here islands." She taps the nearby archipelago at the edge of the topmost chart.
12:43:30 PM	 Jenifer_Teague nods "Don't forget, she may be a fast ship but she sits deep, so don't brin' us too close on th' way past. And anyway, Jenifer is fine. Miss Teaque makes me sound like some chamin' lady from a novel." The grin widens.
12:48:10 PM	Samanhe  "Alright, Mi--uh, Jenifer. An' I will, remember that is, about the Beebee being down low like that. Scrapin' mussels off the bottom is a job for a dock, not the sand, 's what Pete keeps tellin' me."
12:49:31 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Aye...and if you spring us a leak, we'll be usin' YOU to plug it." She laughs musically, a sound like ringing bells.
12:50:08 PM	 Samanhe giggles. "I'm a mighty big plug for a little leak...unless it's a big leak, then I don't think I could be of much help."
12:50:47 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Help or not, we'll be shovin' you in it. Either you'll fix it or you'll learn a lesson. Maybe both."
12:51:26 PM	Samanhe  "Ma did always say she wished my ears were backwards, s'that she could use 'em to drill my lessons into my head."
12:55:48 PM	 Jenifer_Teague laughs again. "Speakin' of such things...why did ye sign up for this ship?"
12:57:20 PM	Samanhe  It's Samanhe's turn to chuckle this time. "Oldest o' seventeen, for now. Pa said he had enough hands for helpin' and Ma said it was time for me to 'see the world' so I wandered on down to th'dockyards where ya found me."
1:00:58 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Any real plans? Or just goin' where yer feet take you?"
1:09:00 PM	Samanhe  "Mostly that second one, although I ain't really got a plan to move 'em much further than here for now. It's new, it's exciting...more fun'n pushin' plows or shootin' wolves."
1:13:38 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Oh, we got us plenty of wolves out here. You might need to shoot a few of them too~" She grins...and a pistol instantly flicks out of her longcoat's sleeve.
1:17:14 PM	 Samanhe doesn't even twitch. "Really?" she asks instead. "Wolves in the water?" ...She actually sounds like she believes it.
1:23:30 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Oh yes. Sea Wolves. With big, sharp teeth and tough hides. Very dangerous in a scrap~" The pistol vanishes again.
1:33:34 PM	Samanhe  "Huh." She gestures at a corner, where an unstrung recurved longbow sits across a small table, a capped quiver on the floor next to it. "Well, you just point 'em out'n I'll do my best t'make some new pincushions."
1:35:07 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Shall do. Mind you, some might call me a sea wolf meself~" The pistols returns...and she starts juggling them.
1:35:45 PM	Samanhe  "Why's that?" Her eyes follow the airborne pistols.
1:38:02 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Because being a wolf can be rather fun. There is ever so many ships out here that are the weak one in nasty herds. That people would be better off without~"
1:39:36 PM	Samanhe  "Oooohhhh." She nods in understanding. "Like pickin' off the weakest sheep from the herd."
1:39:53 PM	 Samanhe blinks.
1:40:06 PM	Samanhe  "Why're you pickin' off sheep? Sheeps--ships?"
1:40:32 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Well, if the sheep were jackasses." She pauses "Are sheep jackasses? I don't really know sheep."
1:41:32 PM	Samanhe  "Nah, a sheep's a sheep and a jackass is for haulin' stuff an' complainin' the whole way. Or, as Pa says, ol' Mutton from the farm next door."
1:41:48 PM	Samanhe  "Long ears, no wool, smell bad."
1:44:50 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "Smells bad fits them at least." She grins. She herself smells of flowers, somehow in the confines of the ship. "Anyway...smuggler of harmful substances, cultists, slavers...the slavers are the best to nab~"
1:47:07 PM	Samanhe  "Oh is THAT why this ship smelled like smoke when I first got on?" It sounds like this is some sort of revelation to her.
1:48:16 PM	 Jenifer_Teague nods, the pistols vanishing again. "Found some people smuggling a governer's daughter to a private buyer...burned them to the waterline~"
1:49:31 PM	Samanhe  "After you got the daughter, right?"
1:51:13 PM	 Jenifer_Teague shrugs "Probebly~" She's messing about.
1:57:53 PM	 Samanhe nods slowly. "Uh *huh*. Well, Ma always did say I was one fer leapin' afore lookn' so I guess here I am."
1:58:41 PM	Jenifer_Teague  "I woudn't try that one too many times. You might end up in the drink~" She laughs musically again.
2:02:24 PM	 Samanhe rolls her eyes. "I don't think she meant it all literally like that, but I can swim anyway so I'd be okay."