01st Landing / Video

[landfall]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[video]

[routemistress]

...And what, cutie?

[Pirate!Iris is smirking at you.]

spamadocious

[deshabille]

[Here's the thing about broadcasting in the clear: you make a target of yourself. Not necessarily a bad target, even, just a target, and that's why, when Mal hears a familiar voice, a voice that's not of her crew, she thinks: 1. could steal from; 2. could get information from; 3. who is that.]

[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.

Redeemer filter

[missisley]

Hundreds of miles?

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.]

[Redeemer filter]

[dalekemperor]

[Oh, great, it's that inventor. Mister Davros, No-First-Name. He's beyond bizarre and the brass don't trust his inventions, but what he HAS been allowed to put together has worked just fine.]

Might I take a look at your calculations?

Redeemer Filter

[technophilic]

[ Satsuki is sticking close to the ship, while she can. God only knows what's out there, and she's little more than a deck hand. She's probably needed here, or something, she doesn't know. ]

Obviously it does exist. Maybe your maps are just wrong.

[Filter]

[unknownsoldier]

What's wrong with your maps?

[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.]