Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-13615389-20160628210225

The orc quickly learned to tune most of Tariq out as he cleared out a lesser used wing of the ship, repurposing the extra crew's quarters there as a medical beds. He didn't have too much in the way of medical supplied, but he did what he could, concluding that Maria would mostly be working with magic anyways.

"Yeah, sure. After I'm finished here, I'll set you up with a place to do your navigating from..." Brugo grumpily replied without looking at Tariq, still sorting out how to arrange the place.

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The dark wooden steps down into the hold seemed to creak with every step, leading into a dark, dimly lit hold at the foot of the stairs. A bare amount of sunlight permeated through the mesh of the hatch leading down to it, illuminating particles of dust within the godrays. Wooden struts supported the ceiling in an evenly spaced pattern, and a variety of barrels and rucksacks were littered behind the steps, as well a few faint lanterns. Some ropes and hooks were suspended in the halls as well, aimlessly rocking back and forth as the ship sailed. Portholes allowed a window into the ocean every so often, with a desk lined up against almost every one. Even from just looking at the ship from the outside, it was quite apparent that The Jackal was repaired and upgraded quite often, with many parts of the ship looking visibly newer than others; or the tones and styles between wood craftsmanship not quite matching one another.

The inside of the ship was a little cozy, to say the least. The crew's quarters was more or less a series of long, narrow hallways lined with hammocks and a little area beside each for a crew member to put their personal belongings, or just generally make it their own, as well as a porthole.. The only crew members who got some semblance of privacy were the captain, the surgeon (when there weren't any patients, at least), and partially the navigator. Of course, the navigator's quarters still wasn't very personal considering it was open to the rest of the quarters, but just divided by a large table with a map and a few navigation utensils sprawled across it. Some of the artifacts in there seemed to be magical in nature.

Just above the crew quarters was the gun deck, a floor of the ship's interiors entirely dedicated to holding the majority of the ship's cannons, as there were a few on the ship's main deck as well. The gun deck's walls were lined with cannons, and although it was usually quite dark in there, each cannon had a window suspended by chains, so that the window could be pulled up and down at the crew's leisure, and the neck of the cannon could be forced through it to prepare for battle. It also served as an armoury of sorts, with boarding axes, cutlasses, rope, several barrels of  gunpowder, and a plethora of cannonballs, and other ammunition for the swivel guns and such. All of these supplies lied in a medium sized storage room at the back of the gun deck.

The lower portions of the ship, the cargo hold that is, had reinforced walls. It seemed to be a dark metal, maybe pig iron that lined it, but it was mostly wooden at its core. It was an awkward shape, like a rounded half-cylinder that was more steep in some places than others, and had a large edge running down the middle. It was absolutely brimming with sacks, barrels, crates, and other such supplies, like a large mound of cable all curled up into a big cone, This hold was very dark, as many of the foods often lasted longer when kept in the dark, such as the potatoes which commonly rotted when kept in light. There was a barely visible lantern lying on a desk near the entrance to hold, which would be lighted whenever something needed to be retrieved.

The galley was quite simple, but more spacious than one might've imagined. Although you really couldn't call the ceilings there high, they were most certainly higher than they were in the rest of the ship's interior. Six desks lined with benches on either side cabled of fitting about three people each allowed a maximum capacity of about 36 people in there, though it was a tight squeeze. Fortunately for the Jackal, they had less people than that, and it wasn't very common that every single member would be in the galley sharing a meal anyways.

The kitchen was behind a large wooden bar-like counter that seperated the rest of galley from it. It was laid out in an efficient typical style with longitudinal units and cabinets laid out in an overhead style filled with all sorts of foodstuffs. It catered to the lack of room aboard the ship, and was a good counter to the way it often rocked and turned unexpectedly, in an effort to minimize the amount of times everything would come flying out onto the floor in an exceptionally unstable maneuver. Even some of the more dangerous surfaces, like where the food was cooked, was protected the iron bars to prevent the cook from falling into it and getting a nasty burn.

Finally, there was the captain's quarters, which was on level with the deck of the ship. It seemed to be surprisingly regal, but not without a tone of ruggedness to it. Like the navigation room, there was a large desk in the center with a map of the Abecean sprawled across it. Right after opening the the small, baroque mahogany door, there was a finely crafted wooden coat rack to the left, and an empty display case to the right, likely for the captain's cutlass. The back of the room had a large double bed with cotton deep-red sheets and a yellow trim, lined with grand windows on either side. These were no simple portholes, as they were allowed to look any way they wanted due to them not being underwater. As a result, the captain's cabin was often better lit than the rest of the ship.

It wasn't long before the ship had nearly reached Hegathe. The Hammerfell city struggled to deal with pirates, as did Rihad. Gilane and Taneth manage to often catch an easy break, shielded from piracy by Hew's Bone. Pirates often didn't want to go to the trouble of traversing around it, only to be limited by the scarce amount of targets in the claustrophobic Hew's Bay. The sailors aboard the Jackal had already set about taking the Jolly Roger down, and replacing it with friendly colours of a trade ship. Of course, that strategy would only work from afar, and there was little chance they'd be able to legitimately pull into port. The Abecean cities were on high alert what with the sharp rise in piracy, and wouldn't cut corners on customs.