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Francis Drake
On aflying casino bote
Now tying rope
Drake let out a surprised laugh at the sight of the casino machines and her hand moved to cover the pockets of her captain's coat, protecting any treasure... if there were any... almost instinctively.
"A casino? Just what kind of ship do you run here, Setzer?"
Oh, she knew allll about casinos... well... the Grail did at least. The prospect of gambling against Lady Luck to win a pretty little fortune...?
Well... She was a betting lady. A little odds never hurt.
"Just an airship captain, eh? It kinda sounds like you run some kind of adventurer taxiing service." Drake raised an eyebrow at Setzer's explanation.
Still, a shop with limitless stock somehow? There was no way. There had to be Magecraft involved here... quite possibly even Magic.
Or they could just be really, really good shopkeepers. Anything was possible.
Heck, she was a fragment of the spirit of the original Francis Drake located in the Throne of Heroes which was... somewhere diagonally left of the space-time continuum. Or maybe it was diagonally right.
She was getting sidetracked. The point was, it was probably flipping magic.
Damned magi and their magical bullshit.
Yes, she was well aware of how hypocritical that statement was if she were to complain that to any competent magus.
No, she didn't particularly care either. She was Francis Drake, she should be the one getting complained to about the unfairness of this world!
Drake snickered as Setzer somehow managed to trip into the storeroom... Somehow... and raised a knowing eyebrow when Setzer casually walked out, looking mildly ruffled but none the worse for wear and acting as if he hadn't just tripped over his own feet and tumbled over.
"Well, points on the recovery at least." She nodded politely, grinning slightly and moved to take the coil of heavy-duty rope from the airship captain.
Their cargo in hand, both captains made their way back up to the upper decks where Drake swiftly proceeded to tie one end of the rope coil to the Blackjack's railing.
"Well, you don't get to be a pirate like me without knowing how to tie a few knots." She admitted as she tested the integrity of the knot, and nodding with satisfaction once she was sure it would hold.
She figured the Blackjack's railing wouldn't break so easily. If it could keep the boat attached to the balloon, while in the air under the influence of gravity, she was certain it could tow her smaller ship without any problems.
Drake hefted up the remaining rope coil in her arms and grinned at her fellow captain. "Better warm up those engines now. I'll see you on the other side, Setzer!"
With that, she moved across the Blackjack's deck towards the direction of her ship and leapt over the railing, across the water and back onto the deck of the Golden Hind. Upon landing, one of her crew members emerged from the lower decks carrying an armful of coils of chains. Upon seeing Drake however, the sailor promptly dropped the chains and threw his arms up in the air, managing to make the motion seem exasperated.
Drake's laughter could be faintly heard on the Blackjack, even as as the sailor moved to take the coil of rope from his captain with the intent of tying it somewhere on the Golden Hind to allow the Blackjack to tow it.
On a
Now tying rope
The two of us head down the stairs, down to the casino deck. To say Francis was surprised when she saw it would be like saying water is wet. The deck is filled with slot machines and blackjack tables, enough to fill a full sized casino. The interior is carpeted green to mark a path between the various tables and slot machines.
"Ayup, she's a flying casino. Maybe you'd care for a game or two when we're safer? Still, the stores are further down."
Drake let out a surprised laugh at the sight of the casino machines and her hand moved to cover the pockets of her captain's coat, protecting any treasure... if there were any... almost instinctively.
"A casino? Just what kind of ship do you run here, Setzer?"
Oh, she knew allll about casinos... well... the Grail did at least. The prospect of gambling against Lady Luck to win a pretty little fortune...?
Well... She was a betting lady. A little odds never hurt.
"Ah here we go," I say as we enter the lounge room, "over to the side here is where we keep the stores. There's one last deck below us, that's where the shop is. They've got more than just alcohol too, potions to recover health and mana, lotions that cure a bunch of things like poisoning or paralysis, even feathers that can revive the recently deceased. I'm not sure if their stock is as limitless as it was before, but they never seemed to have to stop to restock before."
"Just an airship captain, eh? It kinda sounds like you run some kind of adventurer taxiing service." Drake raised an eyebrow at Setzer's explanation.
Still, a shop with limitless stock somehow? There was no way. There had to be Magecraft involved here... quite possibly even Magic.
Or they could just be really, really good shopkeepers. Anything was possible.
Heck, she was a fragment of the spirit of the original Francis Drake located in the Throne of Heroes which was... somewhere diagonally left of the space-time continuum. Or maybe it was diagonally right.
She was getting sidetracked. The point was, it was probably flipping magic.
Damned magi and their magical bullshit.
Yes, she was well aware of how hypocritical that statement was if she were to complain that to any competent magus.
No, she didn't particularly care either. She was Francis Drake, she should be the one getting complained to about the unfairness of this world!
As I speak I manage to open the door to the stores and tumble in. Said tumble works in may favour actually because it gets me to the back to the stores somehow. And what do you know, there's some rope here. If we get our ships close it should be enough to attach them. I walk out casually with a coil of rope, as if I hadn't fallen in by accident like that.
"Alright, I found some rope, let's get our ships closer together and tie them!"
Drake snickered as Setzer somehow managed to trip into the storeroom... Somehow... and raised a knowing eyebrow when Setzer casually walked out, looking mildly ruffled but none the worse for wear and acting as if he hadn't just tripped over his own feet and tumbled over.
"Well, points on the recovery at least." She nodded politely, grinning slightly and moved to take the coil of heavy-duty rope from the airship captain.
Their cargo in hand, both captains made their way back up to the upper decks where Drake swiftly proceeded to tie one end of the rope coil to the Blackjack's railing.
"Well, you don't get to be a pirate like me without knowing how to tie a few knots." She admitted as she tested the integrity of the knot, and nodding with satisfaction once she was sure it would hold.
She figured the Blackjack's railing wouldn't break so easily. If it could keep the boat attached to the balloon, while in the air under the influence of gravity, she was certain it could tow her smaller ship without any problems.
Drake hefted up the remaining rope coil in her arms and grinned at her fellow captain. "Better warm up those engines now. I'll see you on the other side, Setzer!"
With that, she moved across the Blackjack's deck towards the direction of her ship and leapt over the railing, across the water and back onto the deck of the Golden Hind. Upon landing, one of her crew members emerged from the lower decks carrying an armful of coils of chains. Upon seeing Drake however, the sailor promptly dropped the chains and threw his arms up in the air, managing to make the motion seem exasperated.
Drake's laughter could be faintly heard on the Blackjack, even as as the sailor moved to take the coil of rope from his captain with the intent of tying it somewhere on the Golden Hind to allow the Blackjack to tow it.
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