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01st Landing / Video
[ 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.
[ open spam ]
[ 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.
[ open spam ]
[ 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. ]
[Redeemer filter]
I'm with the charts.
[ He's going to have to come to her. ]
[Redeemer filter] +awgawd late + spam
Do they honestly think I am suitable to go climbing about in that wretched rigging like some kind of monkey...?
[Ah, there you are, Navigator.]
Now. Let us see what we've got, so far, shall we?
spam!
[ She turns her notebook towards him, containing her laid-out work for their current course. She has the estimates of lowest-highest speeds of the storm's winds, the cone of their initial probable location, and on a thin layer of paper she has marked the probable areas that the ship is in.
It's kind of a broad range. There's no elegance to her calculations. ]