The Long-Standing Online Campaign, beginning in Germany, travelling through Italy and Greece to the Sea of Azov.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
A Week of Progress
Feb 15, 1651, Monday afternoon
With overcast skies and brisk temperatures, a gentle breeze coming from the southeast (Khamsin winds from Egypt)
The morning after, the 10th, the wind again turns calm, disturbingly so, leaving the sea flat and undisturbed, the temperatures cool. There's little to do but to polish the brightwork, repair the sails, bring down the poor ropes and replace them, and do such repairs as the ship can do at sea. Maximillian finds time to speak with Maurice, who is generous if a bit touchy about food, and appreciates Maximillian who seems undisturbed by the hawk sitting upon the a perch above the pantry. The two of them begin to become friends; Mareo makes a comment about it, suggests Maximillian will get fat on too much honey and bread ... but it tastes delicious.
The 11th turns promising, with a good steady Sirocco from the south that catches the beam - the Petrel makes good time and the Captain slowly brings the ship around east by northeast, swinging past the south of Kythera (just barely visible on the horizon to the north, seen only when its pointed out to the party). The crew works in good spirits, and though Maximillian and the rest come into contact with Anders and Jacobo, the matter seems to be closed - they make no comments, no suggestions, and their smiles seem sincere and the matter closed.
On the 12, the wind swings around to the NE, and though it remains gentle, the direction requires the ship be close-hauled into the wind, tacking back and forth, and everyone is quickly exhausted. The work is doubled, it is explained to Ahmet by a fellow in the mess, because the foremast is weakened and must be handled carefully.
The Boatswain explains to Andrej and Lukas on deck the evening of the 12th that if the wind stays like this, or gives up again, the Captain will turn south to the Ottoman Port of Hanya in Crete, something like 40 miles southeast of your position. It so happens that the 13th begins with rain after midnight, quite a lot of it and steady, without much wind - just a honest continual downpour in a light wind. There's no change in the direction of it and the Captain announces with the dawn, as the rain quits, that yes, the ship will turn for Hanya.
For the rest of that day the Petrel makes good time, but on the 14th the wind seems to come from all directions at once, then reduces to almost nothing. As the sun rises, Crete can be seen in the distant west, but the desired direction is south. The Captain orders the hold cleaned out, water pumped and carried over the side, and the horses fed on yams - which the ship has 400 lbs. of - if need be. Slowly, agonizingly, the ship limps along.
The wind picks a direction on the 15th, from the southeast, the direction you seek to go, and so all through the last of the night and the morning the ship fights to get to port. Finally it comes into view around noon, at by the first bell in the afternoon the Petrel pulls into the great harbor of Crete.
Hanya is a low, flat port with buildings that extend out over the water, surrounded by docks and boardwalks that extend out into the sea. To all appearances it is a very European looking city ... the Turks only seized it six years ago, and there is not even a mosque to be seen. The front of the town goes on a long way, and rises up into the hills behind the frontages of three and four story apartments - there are nearly two thousand buildings that make up Hanya.
Not long after bellying up to port, however, Ahmet recognizes the call the prayers, and a hundred or so moslems in sight - among three times as many locals - draw out their prayer rugs and proceed to pray. It's a very strange sight for Lukas and Maximillian, while Andrej has seen only four or five people do it at one time - never a hundred, and never in such a setting.
The Captain announces that she plans to be in town 4 days, and suggests the party refrain from Adventuring. She says she has no plans to leave the ship at all, and instructs the Boatswain to procure supplies.
I will get up a market list for Hanya which I will post on the Wiki in a short while.
Hanya, looking along the west point from the