Tuesday, August 20, 2013

After Three Days in Koufonisia


Feb 26, 1651, Friday evening
With clear skies and cool temperatures, a calm without a wind.

On the Friday, as the wind dies to nothing and the water turns to a mirror, the Captain orders the Boatswain to take command and she comes ashore to the island. By this time, the house has been bought (Andrej's offer of gems has been accepted), the island explored, the ship replenished with water and what supplies are available, all the crew has been ashore at least once and virtually everyone left.

Andrej, Ahmet, Lukas and Maximillian are sitting on a shallow ledge between town and the shore, discussing matters of who should stay and who should go, and making over their plans, when they see the Captain climb into the launch and slowly come towards the shore.

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Ahmet said...

(OOC: Just checking in. Should be relatively available this week.)

Lukas said...

I patiently await the captains arrival.

James C. said...

(OOC: Unfortunately work constraints will have me mostly unavailable today and tomorrow. That said, I should be able to check in a few times a day and encourage you guys to make plans and move on as you like.)

As stated before, Andrej will leave with the ship and Sofia will stay. Should we decide now upon an improvement effort the stay-party should direct? I prefer working on irrigation from the spring to see if we can expand the arable/ productive land. Bigger and better projects will require labor and labor will require food and the cheapest and easiest way to have food is to produce it ourselves.

With or without an agreed-upon project to manage Sofia intends to get some exploring done while here.

Does the stay party stay indefinitely or do we agree to meet up somewhere in a year's time or more/ less?

Anything else needs discussing? Should we wait and see what the captain wants?

Maximillian said...

If there is a sack of horsefeed available on the island, I'll purchase it, but if not, Max and Mareo have likewise been exploring, and generally enjoying time off the ship and away from other people.

Speaking of people, one question I didn't think to ask is what is the state of the populace? Do the people seem withdrawn, xenophobic, and downtrodden? Or are they happy and open to strangers? Do most of them live in the white stucco houses you described?

Ahmet said...

Ahmet, his two warhorses, and the goat will leave on the ship when the captain is ready.

Enrico, Tazio, Carlito, Enrico's warhorse, the rooster, and the nine hens will stay on the island. Hopefully there are other roosters and hens on the island so they can make friends and also new chickens.

Ahmet will split the horsefeed and hay with Enrico. (Enrico's horse eats as much as Ahmet's two horses, so it's an even split.)

Alexis Smolensk said...

Do you wish to make any action regarding the Captain at this time, Ahmet? Or anyone?

Ahmet said...

As she lands I approach her boat.

Alexis Smolensk said...

She seems genuinely pleased to see you, Ahmet. She bows gently towards you, standing on the front of the boat as it's rowed in the last fifty yards. As it beaches, she climbs to the prow and jumps perfectly to land in the shallow water, before wading the few steps onto the shore.

Ahmet said...

Ahmet smiles and nods back. "We are making preparations to leave, Captain. Our plan is to leave a few people here, and then continue our voyage."

Alexis Smolensk said...

"Ah," she says. "I felt confident that we would be here at least a week. You don't mind if I take the opportunity for some rest and relaxation tonight, do you?"

She takes a few steps to Ahmet's right, then pauses. "Which way is the Taverna?"

Ahmet said...

(OOC: Ah... is this her first time coming ashore? And I don't think we have a Taverna...)

Lukas said...

If we don't have a taverna perhaps you could take her back to our place where I'm sure I stashed some spare booze just in case... Along with a few other treats.

Alexis Smolensk said...

The closest thing the island has to a public place is Stamboulous' cafe.

Ahmet said...

(OOC: Just remember, the last time she got liquored up she killed someone in a duel.)

Ahmet smiles apologetically. "We have no Taverna, I'm afraid."

Lukas said...

Then I recommend accompanying her Ahmet to ensure she does no harm. Besides, I think our home sounded to be in a remote place on a hill, far from innocent civilians.

Alexis Smolensk said...

(OOC: Unless you're there, Lukas, and whispering noticeably in Ahmet's ear, stop kibbitzing)

"That's right," says the Captain. "They said it was a sort of cafe. But that there's ouzo there. I've never tried ouzo. Care to come with me?"

Lukas said...

(OOC: Fine fine, I will have to do this the hard way.)

Lukas observes the exchange from whatever rock or barrel he was watching the captain arrive. He hums to himself some random ditty he may have heard at one point about young men and young women and what they do, and eagerly awaits the results of observed exchange.

Alexis Smolensk said...

(OOC: Don't take today's main post the wrong way - its been rattling around in my head since Saturday, you just jump-started me. Sorry about posting it on this blog; sometimes that's the problem of having two blogs)

Lukas said...

(OOC: You really know how to tease a post Alexis. I'm going to take a look.)

Ahmet said...

Ahmet looks troubled by this request, but quickly tries to pave it over with a smile. "Of course, I would be honored, Madame Salvador. But first, Father Andrej wanted to have a word with you. And I think Lukas and Maximilian as well." He casts a pleading look at his companions.

Maximillian said...

Just in time to see that Maximillian has evidently just remembered there was an interesting plant a ways up the hill that he wanted to show Lukas, and has taken Lukas by the arm, asking him if he has his phials with him.

Maximillian said...

"I think it may be woundwort, but I'm not certain."

Lukas said...

Lukas waves from his far away observation spot that was not near the shore where his clothes would be made wet and uncomfortable.

He grins and offers whatever the equivalent of a double thumbs up is for the time period.

Lukas said...

Because as we have concluded, I'm not close enough to bother you ;)

(OOC: Side note Alexis, I don't take offence and I apologize if I was imposing. I get excited and wanted to ensure Ahmet had options.)

Alexis Smolensk said...

(OOC: Yup. I know)

Ahmet, she gets a sour look on her face. "The Father is always griping on about something or other, all business, nag nag nag. I'm here to rest." She looks towards the building. "If you can't be bothered to show me the way, I'm sure I'll find it."

Lukas said...

Also, I'm assuming I cannot in fact hear where they are going and intend to find out. It would be exceptionally fortuitous if Hichem were present, however I can understand if they have other business to attend to.

BTW I would like to ask Hichem which they would prefer to do, continue travelling with us, or 'settle down' on the island. I make it clear I support any decision they prefer.

Alexis Smolensk said...

Hichem 'hates' it here ... reminds him far too much of home, dessicated and lazy. He much prefers the industriousness of Continentals, and cannot wait to be free of this place.

Ahmet said...

Ahmet sighs. "No, no, it would be better if I joined you."

Then he forces a smile and sweeps his hand in the direction of the taverna. "Please, walk this way." He heads toward it.

Alexis Smolensk said...

There's only three rickety tables, but yes, Stamboulous has a convenient bottle of ouzo and two small clay cups to drink it with. The Captain settles down, tosses a cup back in a go, pronounces it 'substantial' and then says,

"Tell me, o Turk, how was it you came to be in northern Germany in the first place?"

Alexis Smolensk said...

(the cafe is empty except for you, her and the proprietor)

Ahmet said...

Ahmet stares into the cup of untouched ouzo in front of him and thinks of his perilous youth in Turkey, his betrayal at the hands of his first love, his many years in prison, his long and arduous journey across the Anatolian Mountains, his adventures both bold and shameful in the Balkans, his aimless wanderings through Austria and Germany, and at last his chance encounter with Father Andrej, Silvius, and Nine-Toes in Cuxhaven during the Feast of July.

He looks up at Madame Salvador. "I got lost."

Alexis Smolensk said...

"And are you found again? This is nearly home for you, is it not?"

She pours herself another cup, makes no mention at all of Ahmet not drinking, not so much as a glance regarding it.

Ahmet said...

"Here?" he laughs scornfully. "I could find a home here no more than you could, Madame. It's too... confining."

Alexis Smolensk said...

"It's not home, I'll give you that," she says. "So you did not grow up on the sea. I did."

Ahmet said...

Ahmet laughs. "No, but these last few weeks have been a lifetime themselves. I've often dreamed of taking a ship across the Atlantic... exploring the Americas. I'm told in New Spain there are mines -- copper, silver, gold! -- with inexhaustible riches, and inexhaustible slaves to work them! Ah..." he eases back in the chair, grinning. "But what about you? Where do you want to live?"

Alexis Smolensk said...

"I live where I want to live," she says darkly. She drains her ouzo and pours another.

More brightly she begins, "I've seen the Orinoco's mouth. Fetid, poisoned place. More die of disease than ever see sign of riches, Ahmet. Many a fool has purposelessly found a grave there in the hole they dug for gold. I was well kept out of it."

Alexis Smolensk said...

Two fellows come in; it is dark now, the sun goes down fast, and Stamboulous has lit the lamps and built up the fire for warmth. The air is still calm.

One had a sort of Turkish mandolin, and sits fumbling with it, while the proprietor serves them a heavy black coffee.

Ahmet said...

Ahmet eyes the two, then the darkness outside, and then back to the Captain. "It's late. We should go."

Alexis Smolensk said...

"No, I don't think so. I think you should stay."

She polishes off the next cup. "Are you worried, friend Turk? Frightened I'll lose it? Kill someone here?"

She pours the cup full again.

Ahmet said...

(OOC: Is she armed?)

Alexis Smolensk said...

Not obviously. But there are plenty of places a fighter would recognize a small dagger could be stashed.

Ahmet said...

(OOC: Am I? Are the two men?)

"Yes," Ahmet answers plainly. "Isn't that the reason we had to take flight so quickly from Zakynthos?"

Alexis Smolensk said...

She drains the cup.

"He deserved it."

She looks at the fellow with the mandolin, and asks impatiently, "Can you play, or are you just carrying it for someone else?"

Ahmet said...

"Don't we all," Ahmet mutters darkly, before turning his attention to the mandolin player.

Alexis Smolensk said...

The player answers with a surly voice. "Can you?"

Whereupon the Captain rises to her feet and says, "Of course I can. Give it here."

Ahmet said...

While she's distracted, Ahmet gathers the ouzo bottle and the cups and returns them to the proprietor.

Alexis Smolensk said...

Oooooh, that's dangerous.

The propreitor makes hand signals suggesting that Ahmet not do that - and in that moment, Ahmet you realize that Stamboulous has been watching her as closely as you have.

I only just understood one of your earlier questions. If you're armed, its up to you, Ahmet. You could probably have a mace on the table and I doubt the Captain would care.

Yes, the two coffee-drinkers are men.

The Captain is given the mandolin, and begins fingering it. It's clear that yes, she can play.

James C. said...

(OOC: Loving this, by the way)

Ahmet said...

Ahmet fiddles with the bottle but, seeing the proprietor, leaves it be.

(OOC: Let's say Ahmet is wearing Dilmek. He's loath to leave it behind.)

Ahmet said...

(OOC: You were supposed to be my wing man!)

Lukas said...

(OOC: I think you will have to figure out how to go solo sometime Ahmet. Or things may get a bit awkward.)

Ahmet said...

(OOC: You fellas just don't know how to party!)

Alexis Smolensk said...

She sits down, sees the cup is empty (Ahmet spilled it while first whipping it off the table), so she pours herself more and drinks it.

Then she very deftly applies her fingers to the strings and sings the following song (I suggest you try to imagine her singing it in the circumstances that be - this was the best I could do for it):

Play.

Ahmet said...

Ahmet looks more than a little awed.

Then he smirks at the mandolin player, waiting for his reaction.

Alexis Smolensk said...

The mandolin player is no less awed than yourself. The Captain gives back on the mandolin, then sits staring at the bottle on the table, making no move to pour herself more, at least for the moment.

Ahmet said...

"Where did you grow up, Captain?"

Alexis Smolensk said...

"The coast of Brittany, near a little village called Ynes."

Ahmet said...

"Ah," Ahmet says, not knowing where that is.

(Assuming her singing was as lovely as Karan Casey's)

"Is that where you learned to sing so beautifully?"

James C. said...

(OOC: She's wooing you with song, Ahmet)

Lukas said...

(OOC: You know, going in with the expectation she kills someone and we get kicked out of town is actually a sign this probably is going to beat expectations.)

Alexis Smolensk said...

She does sing exactly as well.

"Yes," she answers. "My father made lutes for his living."

Lukas said...

(OOC: Finally got to listen to the song. I get the feeling it's got some relation to her history. That said, I like the attitude of robbing em blind.)

Ahmet said...

Ahmet nods. "My father was a miner, but then he," and he cuts the story short this time, "died."

He pauses for a moment.

"So on to Anatolia, and then Cumana, and then... where will you go?"

Alexis Smolensk said...

"The Black Sea is an Ottoman Lake," she says. She pours herself more ouzo. "And the Mediterranean too confining. In time, to the Atlantic again." She pauses. "In time."

Calmly she looks at Ahmet. "Do not worry about me, friend. I kill no one tonight." She stands, drops her pouch upon the table - it makes the sound of coins - then taking the cup, she drains it. "Another bottle," she says of the proprietor.

Ahmet said...

"Maybe I'll join you to the Atlantic, if you're heading across it," Ahmet says, still dreaming of Potosi. "I'm sure Father Andrej wants me to stay with him in his new Cumana church forever, but once things are established... there is no glory in a missionary position."

Alexis Smolensk said...

She ignores Ahmet's last comment, takes a new bottle from the proprietor and walks out through the open wall (the cafe is a roof held up by posts, with little else for shelter except a stone square behind the open kitchen), and into the darkness.

Ahmet said...

Ahmet follows.

Andrej said...

OOC: "... there is no glory in a missionary position."

Maybe you're just not doing it correctly. ;)

Alexis Smolensk said...

She's moving down between the houses towards the dry, empty area to the south of town, along the flat that overlooks the sea and Karos Island (which can be seen in the day quite clearly, but can't be seen now - it's night). It seems fairly clear she wants to be alone.

Lukas said...

Lukas probably hasn't been sitting at the shore for this long. I'm not going to go back and say he was watching (though he probably would have at least been within visual range had I known there were no walls) So instead, he will be making plans with Hichem for their departure at their home of what... three days?

As he foresees himself spending much more time in a missionary position, he will be all of his junk there to decorate, supply and otherwise be prepared.

He will probably spend time talking with Hichem about various things, like old loves and any goals or desires for the future, and be sharing his own as well should there be any interest.

Alexis Smolensk said...

I have created a new post for general party discussion of plans and futures. Let us leave this post for further interaction between Ahmet and the Captain, undisturbed.

Ahmet said...

Ahmet stops and watches her head off. Assuming she doesn't turn and give him a come hither glance over her shoulder, he waits until she's out of sight and then returns to his comrades.

Alexis Smolensk said...

She doesn't turn. She picks a place near the shore, and you hear no more of her. The next day she is back aboard the ship, having left the island sometime during the night ... and as half the party makes plans to go, she seems to be her old self again.