Recent content by Gyles Stowett

"Close your hangin' guard, lad. Closer to the centerline, Finn! See, leaves y'open in your middle when 'tis way out there, don't it. A beast half canny will take you up on your offer whilst you're open like that, feint toward your hanger on the right like they mean to cut you," and he stepped in...

Quartermaster Prizzack's big bushy eyebrows knit at the appearance of the newcomer at the gangplank and he held up a closed fist to stop the deck crew from pulling it up. "Old off, buckoes, one more comin' aboard!" he called. "Up ye come! We're shovin' off!" When Till got on deck, he tramped...

Welcome aboard, Dr. Moontail! Charmed to have you along for the journey.

Captain's Log, Her Majesty's Golden Hide. Bouillabaisse Harbour, 17 Notembre 1765. The Hide is restless. I can feel her. The sea is calling her. She is a soaring soul, our Hide, a creature of pure instinct. She is eager to be away, away to be in the arms of her lover, the great Ocean. She...

Ready for review, O @Dusk Rainblade or @Talinn Ryalor

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑 Hear ye! Here be rostered all Officers and Crew of Her Majesty's Own Golden Hide. All prospectives must make their Mark in form of a Post below to be considered indentured for life honourably Employed to the Impyrial Crowne for the duration of their Service or such time the Treasury...

Silence. Thinking. His mind was circling, circling, circling. Something was at the bottom of the whirlpool, but he couldn't place a claw on it. Never could. Somebeast. A memory. What? Then a subdued sound, his own voice, quieter. "Was it written down, what he said?" He slowly met her look...

Almost Giftsgiving. Pure powder-white save for his black tailtip, Gyles felt the changes, too. He leaned back in the captain's cabin, feeling the lanternheat, the frost just outside. He listened to strains of merriment floating in, too, here and there the sounds of fiddlebow on lively strings...

No strangers to pirates. Indeed not. Some might say we've all a bit of the pirate in our blood. Somewhere deep, instinctual. "Aye, five hundred. That's the Hide when she's running a full complement, likes o' which ain't been seen since the old wars. We're runnin' specially low on good paws...

But Gyles had already gone. Drums rolled across the Sea of Calamities, slow and morose, one beat falling to the next. The First Lieutenant of the Golden Hide stood on the quarterdeck, paws clasped behind his back and head staring directly ahead as the deck between his boots rose and fell with...

Gyles had lost himself in a cyclical rhythm, all his focus on keeping the damn...er..apparatus moving, pulling, pushing, harvesting and feeding. Darragh, the Doctor, Young Finnian, himself, all one synchronous system, and the device a heart, of a fashion. The Duke moved. Talinn shook. Gyles...

Gyles nodded approvingly and patted the fox on the shoulder as he let him do the necessaries. His other paw - mind of its own, that thing - withdrew the flask waiting in his inner breast pocket. "Momentous, eh, Mr. Songfox? Lieutenant of Her Imperial Majesty's Navy, la!" He took a pull and wiped...

"Tch. That's just the thing. Well," said Gyles, turning to Silvertongue and feeling a wry smile forming about his muzzle, "why don't you tell the good Admiral, eh? We're here for your official commission as Lieutenant of the Golden Hide, after all. First Officer." He turned back to Zshama. "At...

"Ah! Dear lad." Gyles smiled mysteriously. "Trouble? Depends on what you make of what 'appens next, I s'pose! Come now, we'll speak with the Admiral directly, won't we." The stoat turned and stood fully in the doorway, allowing Silvertongue a spot at his side. "Admiral Cossatra. Captain Gyles...

"The deuce you will, sir!" Gyles started to protest, stirring with concern. He continued more softly. "Landsakes, Lord Talinn, you're wounded. Dashed if your Excellency shouldn't conserve 'is strength." No, the kindling in the Ryalor's eye said he would not be deterred. Gyles sighed even as he...