video | un: captainkenway

[jackdawvision]

WHO: Edward Kenway and the network
WHERE: the Jackdaw
WHEN: morning of Oct. 11, just after the horror plot
WHAT: Psssst, hey, kid, wanna be a pirate? AKA: the IC recruitment post for this plot!
WARNINGS: allusions to past violent deaths of friends and effects of some alcohol abuse. minor treated injury from monster (bite). canon-typical Assassin's Creed warnings may kick in (ie references to murder and violence).

[Edward had to drag himself out of bed this morning, the hangover already wreaking ten kinds of havoc on his head. He groans, and staggers over to the coffee pot, because in the chaos of the past few days, he hadn't been able to do his job as a captain, under contract. He needs to rectify that.

He's back on the Jackdaw, reading over a script for a little advertisement for the less spiritually-sensitive people of Kaisou, to release onto the Internet to attract potential crew members who'd like to sail on a "floating museum," whatever that is. (He doesn't think it'll work, but the more people onboard with sailing experience the better.) It's...terrible, full of clichés and outright blatant lies, and once the somewhat disgruntled camera crew's left, Edward sinks into a seat on one of the cannons.

Then he turns on his own phone to make his own video. He's still wearing the outfit he wore for the Internet ad, but he takes off the hat, rolls the sleeves up, and waves a tired hello to the camera. He looks like total shit, and if anyone has keen enough eyes, they might notice that one arm has bandages peeking out from underneath the sleeve, and Edward looks a little hungover.]

So. I'm supposed to give this little spiel about "experiencing the Golden Age of Piracy up close and personal" and "living like a real pirate on a museum ship" to fill out the crew, but. [He shrugs.] I think everyone on this app knows better than to treat that seriously, so I'll be truthful with you all. As truthful as I can be, anyway.

I need a crew. Someone's contracted the Jackdaw for a month's voyage across the ocean, and I agreed. I know there's a few of you on this app with sailing experience, and I'd be glad for your help. Especially if you bring your own weapons, since we've no ammunition. If you've more enthusiasm than experience, you're free to join as well, but know it'll be hard work and you won't see land for a month. Or maybe more, depending on how the winds treat us.

[With a god of wind on their side, hopefully very well.]

In return, you'll be fairly, maybe even greatly compensated for your time and work, depending on the pay-out. Should we, by some stroke of luck, somehow take a prize while at sea, the booty will be evenly divided amongst the crew. If this will be your first time sailing, don't be afraid to speak to me before or during the voyage, and I'll see if I can help you.

[He tucks a few strands of blonde hair behind his ear, then says, with deadly seriousness:] I can't emphasize enough that you won't see land for more than a month. Or two. The Jackdaw's quick for the time she came from, but even at her fastest her speed can't match up to a ship of this era, and we're more at the mercy of the winds and the sea. Should you wish to sail with me, it's best if you prepare for anything.

I love the work, I do. I wouldn't have gotten into it otherwise. But it ain't an easy life. I can promise you this, though: if you sign on, I'll treat you fair, and we'll look out for each other.

So what do you say?

[private, to the horror plot gang]

I have a lot of cases of Cuban rum in the Jackdaw's hold just sitting there, and no way to off-load it without some suspicion over its origins. After everything we've been through, I say we see if we can't make a dent in it.

Comments

private; un: silverrose

[fionnuisce]

don't know for sure if either of us is up to leaving the house for a while

[He certainly didn't speak for Diarmuid, but the mutual exhaustion was tangible.]

want to save a couple bottles until i can meet you, i'll owe you one

private; text

[jackdawvision]

Mate, just tell me where you live and I'll bring a crate of rum myself. I owe you that much.

private; text

[fionnuisce]

[What followed was a pause and then the address of an apartment in the university district.]

Just keep quiet about it, I think we've moved into the 'sleeping in shifts' phase of fucked up and if the skeleton was any indication waking up a vigilant Servant is a good way to lose several limbs unless you're careful.

I'm glad you got out alright.

voice | un: blackbirdtarot

[drewthetower]

Can I ask for details on the trip or is that need-to-know?

Private to August | UN: Shroud | Voice

[whiteshroud]

I can fill you in on the details, if you want.

[Oh. Jun's involved in this. Definitely not omninous]

Private to Jun forever

[drewthetower]

Oh shit, something big?

voice;

[jackdawvision]

Need-to-know. I have an employer who's trying not to draw unwanted attention to himself, so I'll leave it up to him if he wants to give more details.

voice;

[drewthetower]

Yeah, they got a hold of me. [It was Jun, but close enough.] I'm in, if you don't have issues with a half-demon witch on your ship.

UN: hikari-vi | voice

[whiteshroud]

Ah, so you're the captain that was mentioned to me. Thank you for doing this.

[My life is going to be in the hands of a man who fought barney]

Quick question, do you mind us adding any modifications to your ship that might allow us to access the internet or...electricity while on the voyage.

voice

[jackdawvision]

He's been chatty, then? Aye, you're welcome.

[He hums, thinking about it. Then:] I don't mind. So long as you don't blow a bloody big hole in the side of the ship while you're working, I don't see why not.

[whiteshroud]

Haha, well I'm his student. And I have a particular set of skills he thinks would be of useful to this venture.

[Or rather, is the reason FOR the venture. But he knows better than to lay all his cards out]

Great, that shouldn't be a problem! I'll make sure to request something simple. Just want to make sure I still pass my classes during this trip.

un: reaper, voice.

[rockily]

If you're looking for a crew I'm more than happy to offer my services. [ he's doing his best not to sound too excited. ] I have experience serving on board a ship as well as running it.

voice;

[jackdawvision]

Then you're just the sort of man I'm looking for! Ran a ship, you say?

[He needs a quartermaster anyway, since Adéwalé's not here.]

[rockily]

Aye, my own captain was absent for a time and while the crew was capable on their own it fell to me to keep us together.

[ he has to wonder how they are doing at the moment, how the last five years have been for them. are they still together? have they found any leads on aifread's disappearance? he pushes the thoughts down, refocusing. ]

text: UN: hotgoss - private

[bebest]

[He's still got some serious processing and feeling terrible to get on with, but Edward is his FRIEND, so he'll still comment to this.]

Super tempted, but I think I'm gonna stick to staying in my apartment.

Enjoy your trip, tho!! Be safe!

text; private

[jackdawvision]

I will be.

Actually, if you want, I can drop by with a crate of rum. There happens to be one bearing your name, coincidentally.

private forever

[bebest]

Well! If it's got my name on it, it'd be rude not to take it, right?

I don't wanna be rude. So sure thing, Ed, drop by any time.

text: un: arise.

[lowestclass]

I admit I do not have much know-how in terms of being on a boat, but I've done enough busywork in my life to be good at things like manual labor.

...I also um. Recently gained this strange ability to charge electronics when touching them, so.
Out on the open sea, I am certain our phones will still work, but.

[ no charge ports on a wooden boat... ]

[jackdawvision]

Good enough for me. I'll teach you and anyone else without that much experience the rest when we set sail.

[Oh thank god.]

Anyone tell you that you're a gift sent from the very heavens?

[lowestclass]

Thank you for your patience, Edward-ssi.

Also uhm. Heheheh. No, actually. That's a first...
Usually they're too busy calling me a curse or a bad luck omen.

...

It should be fine.

private; voice | un: laluna

[crisantemo]

[ The voice that comes through is much more... hollow, than it was back in the cabin. She's exhausted and sore and ready to sleep for the rest of the week. ]

Tempting offer, though let me see if I can muster up the energy first.

[ Considering she's going to be part of the month-long voyage, she needs the rest too - ]

... Thank you, by the way. For stepping in before.

[jackdawvision]

I can deliver a crate to your door if you'll tell me where you live. Won't even need to step out of the house.

[He's just gonna spend the whole day making deliveries of rum all over town to fellow cabin survivors, isn't he.]

Thank you, for looking out for me when I needed it. I know I didn't make it easy, with all the japes I was telling. If not for you I'd probably be worse off than I am right now.

[crisantemo]

Are... you sure? You look as bad as I feel.

[ Gone is the once quiet nature from the cabin, and now she's just... unapologetically blunt. Sorry, Edward. But she would feel bad asking him to carry a crate around when he looks ready to fall asleep standing up. ]

I'm just glad I could help. And don't worry, you're not the worst patient I've treated. [ Considering her usual first aid attempts are in the middle of a fight and with... less than agreeable people/beings. ] We weren't exactly ourselves anyway...

... How is your arm?

private voice; un: goldenrose

[twofoldfury]

[Surely Edward had spoken with Waver already, possibly was doing these deliveries for the others in the meanwhile. But given how it all ended up Diarmuid still took it upon himself to respond wearily.]

Thank you for the offer, my friend. [A long pause.] For the cold comfort that it provides... I am relieved you were able to escape as you did. [Escape alive.]

[jackdawvision]

Aye, we did, me and Ritsuka both. Anyway, it's the very least I can do, you saved our lives.

I'm already bringing a crate over to your place, but if you want an extra I can get another. You'd be doing me a favor, really.