The Adventures of Pascus Corren: Life as a Sailor
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 3:11 pm
Episode One
Running along the High Road of Waterdeep, Pascus Corren was close to missing out on his first voyage of the Calloused Wench, A ship he recently signed upon Captained by Johnathan Fallohand. Pascus ran as quickly as possible not truely keeping his eyes out for all possible events to transpire. Suddenly out of nowhere, as though appearing right before him an older lady carrying a large basket filled with apples crossed his paths sending him flying into her thus knocking her basket of apples completely out of her hands. The apples were scattered everywhere, mudding the apples entirely. "Blast you child, Now I am going to have to clean those apples all over again before they go to the bakery." Pascus still a bit dazed from the collision finally comes back to reality staring at the woman "Oh, I-I am sorry mam!" he reaches over for a apple to begin to help the woman clean up. SMACK! Suddenly he found his hand slapped by a fan extending from the old womans hand. "Dont even think of it lad!" she crones out "Those apples are going to the bakery, not your pocket!" Pascus shakes his head a bit before saying "I-I was not" suddenly getting interupted "Ill not have your lies, now off with you!" the woman barks out. Pascus shuffles quickly to a full upright stand and dashes off.
Arriving shortly before the Calloused Wench was going to depart the port, Pascus jumped aboard saying "Pascus Corren." he looks around as though to find the captain but instead he finds a shorter heavier set man with a large scar covering his face saying "Deckhan' Corren, Yer blastin self almost missed tha boat!" the short bald man peered at Pascus a moment before saying "Well get yerself on to work." Pascus looked around faintly as though he was as clueless as a newborn child into the world. A young man that had seen all this happen pulled him aside and said "I will fill you in, for now just roll up all that rope over there." Pascus nodded and rushed over to the rope wrapping it around his forearm and coiling it up. As Pascus was rolling up the rope he thought to himself, they all have the thick accent sailors were so known for, would he get the same accent? This made Pascus chuckle a bit, only to receive skeptical looks from nearby shipmates. Pascus later that night met with the younger man that helped him out earlier. "Names Tither." he nodded shaking Pascus' hand. Tither was another deckhand upon the ship Calloused Wench, and had been sailing on her for two summers now. Pascus and Tither talked all night, Pascus hearing all the stories of the ports Tither has seen and visited. Pascus spent the next few days learning how to do all the deckhands duty, making sure items were where they were supposed to be and where they were not. Pascus was learning how to scrub the deck one day, running from one side to the other making sure the deck was properly cleaned and ready for the captains inspection. Pascus pushed the brush with all his might making sure not to leave any sign of it not being cleaned, when suddenly he leaned too much into the brush sending him crashing into the boards of the deck. As he puts his hand on the ground to support himself getting up he hears a gruff voice "Ye alrigh there lad?" Pascus pushes himself up finally seeing the man infront of him as Captain Fallonhand. "Uh-Captain Fallonhand, sir." Pascus rushed to attention saluting the Captain infront of him "Deckhand Corren, sir." the Captain chuckled lightly putting his hand on Pascus' shoulder "Dun be so uptigh there lad." he shakes his head as he walks off to yell orders to the rest of the ship. Sighing Pascus was relieved that moment was over, but he would remember it for the many years to come.
The Calloused Wench arrived in the port of Corewell, an island west of the city of Waterdeep Pascus awed at its beauty. Pascus had never stepped foot outside of the City of Splendors before let alone set eyes of a city over the seas, but this was not a leisure travel for Pascus immediately when the ship docked on the port he was set off to work unloading supplies of various sorts into the storage buildings on the island. That night Pascus spent his first night far from the safety of his home back in the Trade District of Waterdeep's bosom. Walking around the city, and of course visiting a nearby tavern Pascus drunk into the wee hours of the night listening of tales from the other sailors about their adventures on the sea. The next morning came much quicker than Pascus could ever imagine. Pascus woke up within the bows of the ship and begun to ready the ship for its return to The Deep. This being Pascus' first trip he the more he traveled the more things he would see and hear. The ship left port that afternoon sailing along the coast towards the Deep. The many nights on the sea Pascus continued one thing he would stare up at the stars and the moon thinking of all the people he had met back in the Deep. Pascus thought about the words he had exchanged with a Priestess named Mariela the night before he left. Pascus thought about the countless stars and how the great goddess he admired for so long of his life had smiled on him guiding him to this ship, did this mean she had much adventure or something else? Looking out into the oceans he could only remember the time he struggled within its confines gasping for air, only to find death. One thing was for sure, he missed seeing all those he had come to know and the familiar paths of his home he grew up with since birth.
Running along the High Road of Waterdeep, Pascus Corren was close to missing out on his first voyage of the Calloused Wench, A ship he recently signed upon Captained by Johnathan Fallohand. Pascus ran as quickly as possible not truely keeping his eyes out for all possible events to transpire. Suddenly out of nowhere, as though appearing right before him an older lady carrying a large basket filled with apples crossed his paths sending him flying into her thus knocking her basket of apples completely out of her hands. The apples were scattered everywhere, mudding the apples entirely. "Blast you child, Now I am going to have to clean those apples all over again before they go to the bakery." Pascus still a bit dazed from the collision finally comes back to reality staring at the woman "Oh, I-I am sorry mam!" he reaches over for a apple to begin to help the woman clean up. SMACK! Suddenly he found his hand slapped by a fan extending from the old womans hand. "Dont even think of it lad!" she crones out "Those apples are going to the bakery, not your pocket!" Pascus shakes his head a bit before saying "I-I was not" suddenly getting interupted "Ill not have your lies, now off with you!" the woman barks out. Pascus shuffles quickly to a full upright stand and dashes off.
Arriving shortly before the Calloused Wench was going to depart the port, Pascus jumped aboard saying "Pascus Corren." he looks around as though to find the captain but instead he finds a shorter heavier set man with a large scar covering his face saying "Deckhan' Corren, Yer blastin self almost missed tha boat!" the short bald man peered at Pascus a moment before saying "Well get yerself on to work." Pascus looked around faintly as though he was as clueless as a newborn child into the world. A young man that had seen all this happen pulled him aside and said "I will fill you in, for now just roll up all that rope over there." Pascus nodded and rushed over to the rope wrapping it around his forearm and coiling it up. As Pascus was rolling up the rope he thought to himself, they all have the thick accent sailors were so known for, would he get the same accent? This made Pascus chuckle a bit, only to receive skeptical looks from nearby shipmates. Pascus later that night met with the younger man that helped him out earlier. "Names Tither." he nodded shaking Pascus' hand. Tither was another deckhand upon the ship Calloused Wench, and had been sailing on her for two summers now. Pascus and Tither talked all night, Pascus hearing all the stories of the ports Tither has seen and visited. Pascus spent the next few days learning how to do all the deckhands duty, making sure items were where they were supposed to be and where they were not. Pascus was learning how to scrub the deck one day, running from one side to the other making sure the deck was properly cleaned and ready for the captains inspection. Pascus pushed the brush with all his might making sure not to leave any sign of it not being cleaned, when suddenly he leaned too much into the brush sending him crashing into the boards of the deck. As he puts his hand on the ground to support himself getting up he hears a gruff voice "Ye alrigh there lad?" Pascus pushes himself up finally seeing the man infront of him as Captain Fallonhand. "Uh-Captain Fallonhand, sir." Pascus rushed to attention saluting the Captain infront of him "Deckhand Corren, sir." the Captain chuckled lightly putting his hand on Pascus' shoulder "Dun be so uptigh there lad." he shakes his head as he walks off to yell orders to the rest of the ship. Sighing Pascus was relieved that moment was over, but he would remember it for the many years to come.
The Calloused Wench arrived in the port of Corewell, an island west of the city of Waterdeep Pascus awed at its beauty. Pascus had never stepped foot outside of the City of Splendors before let alone set eyes of a city over the seas, but this was not a leisure travel for Pascus immediately when the ship docked on the port he was set off to work unloading supplies of various sorts into the storage buildings on the island. That night Pascus spent his first night far from the safety of his home back in the Trade District of Waterdeep's bosom. Walking around the city, and of course visiting a nearby tavern Pascus drunk into the wee hours of the night listening of tales from the other sailors about their adventures on the sea. The next morning came much quicker than Pascus could ever imagine. Pascus woke up within the bows of the ship and begun to ready the ship for its return to The Deep. This being Pascus' first trip he the more he traveled the more things he would see and hear. The ship left port that afternoon sailing along the coast towards the Deep. The many nights on the sea Pascus continued one thing he would stare up at the stars and the moon thinking of all the people he had met back in the Deep. Pascus thought about the words he had exchanged with a Priestess named Mariela the night before he left. Pascus thought about the countless stars and how the great goddess he admired for so long of his life had smiled on him guiding him to this ship, did this mean she had much adventure or something else? Looking out into the oceans he could only remember the time he struggled within its confines gasping for air, only to find death. One thing was for sure, he missed seeing all those he had come to know and the familiar paths of his home he grew up with since birth.