Post by Tekira on Aug 30, 2021 12:01:10 GMT -5
EXPEDITION TO TREASURE? ... MAYBE
Tekira's PL: 5
Tekira's PL: 5
Nestled in a far and forgotten corner of one of Yahhoy's least active piers, a small fishing boat rocked in the gentle morning waves. Most of the fishing equipment had been pulled out of the ship and left on the dock: various nets and traps that looked to have seen more than their share of use. In their place, bundles of surveying and diving equipment had been stored on the little boat, along with other emergency tools: flares, communication gear, and three cases of hard seltzer. Well, maybe that last one wasn't for emergencies. The name on the front of the ship indicated it was once called the Heavy Lobster. Since then, the name had been partially scraped off, with no new name yet applied.
The ship's captain was an unlikely sort: a young woman in denim shorts and combat boots, still wearing a green jacket with white racing stripes. There wasn't much about her that screamed 'skipper', and the advertisement she put out in the newspaper indicated as much. Two days earlier, both the Yahhoy Post and the South City Inquirer ran easily-missed postings for work. The ad claimed that the supposed captain, one Tekira Raizu, had come upon "reliable information" as to the location of some ancient treasure buried beneath the waves. If the prompt wasn't vague and unlikely enough, the owner of the old fishing boat, named in the ad as a "research vessel," seemed to need hands for just about every job on the ship. She needed a navigator, deckhands, divers, and a pilot.
But, however lucrative she might have thought that a "three percent share" of some sketchy, rumoured treasure might have been, she now sat alongside her makeshift research vessel without a single sailor to show for it. She had set the expedition's start for late morning, and that timetable was quickly collapsing on her. She idly slipped out her phone to distract herself, hoping against hope that someone might come to aid her quest. Bonus if they were competent.
The ship's captain was an unlikely sort: a young woman in denim shorts and combat boots, still wearing a green jacket with white racing stripes. There wasn't much about her that screamed 'skipper', and the advertisement she put out in the newspaper indicated as much. Two days earlier, both the Yahhoy Post and the South City Inquirer ran easily-missed postings for work. The ad claimed that the supposed captain, one Tekira Raizu, had come upon "reliable information" as to the location of some ancient treasure buried beneath the waves. If the prompt wasn't vague and unlikely enough, the owner of the old fishing boat, named in the ad as a "research vessel," seemed to need hands for just about every job on the ship. She needed a navigator, deckhands, divers, and a pilot.
But, however lucrative she might have thought that a "three percent share" of some sketchy, rumoured treasure might have been, she now sat alongside her makeshift research vessel without a single sailor to show for it. She had set the expedition's start for late morning, and that timetable was quickly collapsing on her. She idly slipped out her phone to distract herself, hoping against hope that someone might come to aid her quest. Bonus if they were competent.