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[ Here, island, have Racetrack, aka Margaret Edmondson, navigator on the Redeemer, poring over her maps. Her maps, the ones she's embellished on from the Navy standard ones.
(She's known as more-or-less reliable. She's better in a crisis than in a long, boring voyage. Good drinking buddy. Plays a mean hand of cards.) ]
So, I've been looking over my maps, and... [ She glances up to the device and realizes, to her horror, that it is broadcasting in the clear. ]
Frak.
[ Private to the Redeemer crew, sob ]
I've been looking over my maps. And as far as I can tell... this island doesn't exist. Either that or I'm so far off in my calculations that we're hundreds of miles from where we should be.
[ And she glares at the camera, daring someone to suggest this is the more plausible option. ]
...I'll keep working on it.
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[ She probably grabbed you from your duties. Or ran into you in the forest, and decided to drag you along because she sure doesn't want to climb trees and pick fruit. Or maybe it's a scouting party to check out the state of that pirate ship across the way. Or she just wandered a little ways off from the ship and got totally lost, as excellent navigators tend to do.
Either way, she's not very stealthy. Especially when cursing a blue streak at a plant that's entangled itself with her limbs, clothes and/or holsters. ]
(She's known as more-or-less reliable. She's better in a crisis than in a long, boring voyage. Good drinking buddy. Plays a mean hand of cards.) ]
So, I've been looking over my maps, and... [ She glances up to the device and realizes, to her horror, that it is broadcasting in the clear. ]
Frak.
[ Private to the Redeemer crew, sob ]
I've been looking over my maps. And as far as I can tell... this island doesn't exist. Either that or I'm so far off in my calculations that we're hundreds of miles from where we should be.
[ And she glares at the camera, daring someone to suggest this is the more plausible option. ]
...I'll keep working on it.
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[ She probably grabbed you from your duties. Or ran into you in the forest, and decided to drag you along because she sure doesn't want to climb trees and pick fruit. Or maybe it's a scouting party to check out the state of that pirate ship across the way. Or she just wandered a little ways off from the ship and got totally lost, as excellent navigators tend to do.
Either way, she's not very stealthy. Especially when cursing a blue streak at a plant that's entangled itself with her limbs, clothes and/or holsters. ]
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[Pirate!Iris is smirking at you.]
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And frak, obviously.
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[She grins, wide and ferocious.]
Don't fret, cutie, I'll save you for last.
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[Knowing where anything else is in relation to her, of course, is another matter; but that's not Iris' department.]
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[Plus, it's really good cursing.]
[Look, Racetrack: it's a pirate, abruptly leaning against a tree like she's been there all along.]
The navy's getting desperate, I see.
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Granted she only did because she was pretty sure these trees muffle sound at a distance, so when a voice returns, she twitches like the Captain just called her name, and spins, her hand moving to rest on the butt of her pistol. She has two of them. One strapped to each thigh.
Unfortunately, this movement leaves a little bit of her sleeve hanging off of the tree. ]
Ah! I liked this shirt.
[ But an accomplished fighter will be able to tell: she actually is watching Mal, and the way she rests her hand on the pistol says she knows how to use it. ]
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[If nothing else, Mal is an accomplished fighter. And though she spits casual from every line of her body right now, there's something around the eyes that advertises she draws quick. One pistol at her waist, because she doesn't need two - her own way of bragging.]
And the island doesn't seem to like you, either. No friends around here.
. . . I heard you were looking over your maps.
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[ Ah. Maps. Damn. A flicker of consternation over her face because seriously how could she have made such an incredibly stupid mistake?
At least navigators are in high demand. More likely for her to be captured than killed outright. ]
You'd be surprised how many of my friends are close.
[ That lagoon is around here somewhere, isn't it? ]
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What will become of us if we've drifted so far off course? How could this have happened?
[Miss Pamela Isley, companion to Zev Bellringer and part of the small contingent of upper-class civilian passengers who have been mixed up in this dreadful pirate chasing business.]
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Ma'am, my theory is that this is an uncharted island. We'll have a more accurate look at our location when the stars come out, of course, but I think that we're not so far off of our original course and that we should be able to make it back to port maybe only a week later than originally expected.
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And what should we do while repairs are made? The Rage and its awful crew are not so very far away.
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They won't have the guts to attack us.
[ So she hopes. ]
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Might I take a look at your calculations?
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...why? You think you can do better?
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Obviously it does exist. Maybe your maps are just wrong.
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[ And she is sticking by this estimate, damn it. B| ]
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[Zack mostly keeps to himself aboard the ship, looking after his younger brother Ben, but this island has him feeling uneasy. Call it instinct, that comes from being at sea too long.]
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But this island is definitely not marked in the zone I think we're in.
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