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fandomhigh2018-06-11 06:49 am
doesnotkneel) wrote in fandomhigh2018-06-11 06:49 am
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Doing As You Like For Fun and Entertainment (And Sailing), Monday
Edward looked at least a bit more sober and awake this morning, which surely would be counted as a win for all. He stalked onto the deck with his full longcoat on, a bit like a peacock, and grinned. "Well, what're you waiting for? Raise the sails!"
And so they went. Soon the Jackdaw was pulling out of port, and set course towards the Chesapeake Bay. The sun was shining, the gulls were screaming, and the salty air of the sea was everywhere.
Edward bloody loved it.
"A good sailor must know knots and sails, aye," he called, "But the best sailors also know how to steer their ship into safer waters."
This class was going to be nautically themed, yes. "You must find some semblance of control to do as you like. You must know yourself, and your goal. And you must be willing to fight for it."
A pause.
"First one to get their hands on the wheel gets to steer," he called. "Whoever knocks 'em off of it, gets to take over!"
Satisfied that the Jackdaw was situated in nothing but sea, with no obstacles for miles... he let go of the wheel.
"Come on then, lads and lasses!"
And so they went. Soon the Jackdaw was pulling out of port, and set course towards the Chesapeake Bay. The sun was shining, the gulls were screaming, and the salty air of the sea was everywhere.
Edward bloody loved it.
"A good sailor must know knots and sails, aye," he called, "But the best sailors also know how to steer their ship into safer waters."
This class was going to be nautically themed, yes. "You must find some semblance of control to do as you like. You must know yourself, and your goal. And you must be willing to fight for it."
A pause.
"First one to get their hands on the wheel gets to steer," he called. "Whoever knocks 'em off of it, gets to take over!"
Satisfied that the Jackdaw was situated in nothing but sea, with no obstacles for miles... he let go of the wheel.
"Come on then, lads and lasses!"
Re: Get The Wheel!
Mostly because she wanted to feel the wind in her hair and the sun on her face, but hey. It was kinda a gesture, too, okay?
And she would let him take the wheel for a little while on the way back (or at least help, since she doubted he could steer it by himself). For today at least, Beaker was crew. And you never, ever lied to crew.