Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170719152003

"Alright ya messy scabs, Gunnar wants ta get back out onto his ocean! Uncleat the lines, lower the sails, lock oars in!"

Bow, stern, and port lines were untied from the docks and pulled in, and oars exited the sides of the boat a deck down, to push off the dock.

On the lower deck, a whip cracked as the foreman urged the rowers.

"Pull!" The foreman shouted.

A voice, strained with effort, likely one of the rowers, cried out, "Haul or die!" The oars moved in the water

The whip cracked. "Pull!"

"Haul or die!" The rancorous cry came from below deck as the rest of the rowers joined in. The oars moved in the water, the boat slid forwards.

"Pull you scum!" The cracked.

The rowers all took up a chant as the oars began to glide in and out of the water, the cutter gaining speed.

"Row to hell!" The chant came.

"Pull!" Whip crack.

"Row to hell!" They sounded off again.

"Row right back!" The foreman replied to them, muffling his whip as the cutter began to lunge forwards, turning out if the wind.

"Scratch the back of Shadow Jack!"

"Pull!"

"Row to hell!"

"Pull!"

"Row right back!"

"Pull!"

"Scratch the back of Shadow Jack!"

And so on it went.