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"Black Smoke Over Blue Water"

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(I rolled a 4)

Lucius is half listening to Dennis and Adam discuss their musical prowess. He chuckled as he said, "Yeah, sure man...here's a little ditty, of a man named Smitty, who had joined the Navy, got hit by a wave-y, he yelled out "what the hell", as overboard he fell, then he met a mermaid, who gave him some Kool-Aid..." He grinned broadly. "Y'all better do it, my singin' is foul, just foul..."

The burly bald man made his way to his assigned cabin. "Alrighty then," he said as he set his sea bag on his rack, took out his antiquated laptop and power supply, set it up and logged onto the ship's wifi. Stowing the sea bag under his rack, he sat down on the mattress, put the computer in a comfortable position (where the exhaust wasn't burning blisters on his thighs) and fired up his journal app. Checking his watch, he began to write. "Day one...trip to the ship was uneventful...have settled into my space and started writing in my 'log'...several hours until we muster for our shift...hope everyone back home are doing okay..." His background as a reporter began to reveal itself as he went into details about his day, his long fingers tap-tapping away.

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Grinning, Dennis began singing on his way to his cabin, adopting a passable false Irish accent along the way.

What do we do with a drunken sailor?

What do we do with a drunken sailor?

What do we do with a drunken sailor

Early in the morning?

 

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

 

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Early in the morning!

 

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

 

Stick him in a long boat 'til he's sober

Stick him in a long boat 'til he's sober

Stick him in a long boat 'til he's sober

Early in the morning!

 

 

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

 

Stick him in a barrel with a hose-pipe on him

Stick him in a barrel with a hose-pipe on him

Stick him in a barrel with a hose-pipe on him

Early in the morning!

 

 

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

 

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Early in the morning!

 

That's what we do with a drunken sailor!

That's what we do with a drunken sailor!

That's what we do with a drunken sailor

Early in the morning!

 

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises!

Way-hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

 

(Rolled a 1d10.  Got a 1.)

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( looks like Krevin is the only one that got a pass. PM you what you notice ass for the rest of the players you don't see anything odd. The game will times get into the night shift around 0100 hours.)

 

https://youtu.be/1jrVfotohYI

 

 

When your shift starts, the Green Whale is sailing away from the Persian Gulf into the Arabian Sea. About three hours into your shift a fog that is so thick that you can only see 10 feet in front of you, unless you have a thermal viewing device. Adam has one on his LMT MWS. unfortunately the battery and the device seemed to be a dud. The former Marine radio in and went down below to get a new one. Some of you can hear him grumbling and cursing as she goes down the steps. “Piss! Shit! Mother fucker! I should have check the bloody batters before this!”

 

Only the Dennis and Hannu who are monitoring the cameras in the bridge can see past fog with some decent clarity.

 

Those of you we're patrolling the deck can hear a odd sound coming both the port and starboard sides from the water.( Do a listen roll and a sight roll with +2 penalty save for the player in the bridge )

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(OC: So basically the idiot was the only who passed? God help us all! XD )

 

"Never thought I'd miss the freaking desert" Jake grumbles to himself, feeling a chill cutting to his bones as the fog rolls in over the sea.

Walking along the ship, cupping his hand in front of his face to blow into it, as he gazes out into an unsettling thick fog. Admittedly, being his first time out on the sea like this, any fog would likely look unsettling. But he sees not point in admitting that. Lowering his hand he replaces his chewed on matchstick he still stubbornly believes makes him look cool.

"All I'd need now is a talking great dane and some crooked real estate developers dressed as pirate ghosts and I'll be all set." Steps to the edge of the ship peering through the fog straining to see anything. A strange noise sounding from somewhere through the pea soup catching his attention.

 

(It was just a 2 point penalty for sight, correct? Hearing was unmodified?

Hearing: 3

Sight(With Modifier): 1 (I think my character just went blind! XD) )

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((Good timing, I'm going to Kauai for a week tomorrow with questionable cell service and more than likely only public wifi))

((d10 got a 9 and 4,  I'm assuming the first roll was my hearing so it'd be 9 and 2.))

Henry was walking near the middle of the ship on the port side.  The fog would roll in, "Shit..." he adjusted his mic to be closer to his mouth, as he pulled one of the headphones off his ear.  "This is Henry, shit's getting pretty thick out here.  Over."  He would turn towards the ocean as he heard a noise, keying his mic, "This is Henry again, I'm midships portside on the deck, just heard a noise coming off the ocean.  Anyone else hear it?"

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(At Ikaika and Krevin: Well the to pass the site roll, you need to get a 8 or higher.)

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(Lucius rolls a 2 on Listen roll, 4 on Sight roll modified to a 2...he's feeling too good to spot jack)

Lucius finished updating his blog, put away his laptop, and put on his jacket and wool pea coat for the expected night chill. He went to the shift meeting, picked up his web belts, weapon, ammo and other gear. As he got to his assigned area on the port side of the Green Whale, he turned up the collar on his pea coat, rubbed his hands together, and grinned. "Ah, fog. Reminds me of when I was growin' up in Chicago. That icy fog would come in off Lake Michigan, chill me to mah bones." He wore his web gear over the wool coat, his M4 slung over one shoulder. Clipped onto the Picatinny rail on the M4 was a thermal sight, but not wearing NVGs, he'd have to look through it to have night vision. But not hearing or seeing anything suspicious, he was at ease. Too much at ease...

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(OOC: I apologize.  Work's been crazy again - assistant manager went on vacation during one of the busiest times of the year.  AND my uncle invited me to an astronomy party last weekend, so I really haven't had a lot of time.)

(Rolled 1d10 for the sight roll.  Got an 8.)

After placing his stuff in his cabin, Dennis started walking towards the bridge.  As he continued on his little trek, he noticed the fog beginning to roll in, rapidly obscuring just about everything around the boat.

"Huh.  Looks like Halloween's come early this year." he said, before letting out a sigh.  He continued his walk until he reached the bridge, where he planted his ass down on one of the chairs overlooking a monitor.  Now began what he assumed would be the long and monotonous task of keeping watch on the ship.

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(For those on the deck that fail the site and hearing roll,I’m going to coin toss to see which side will well you see. Heads for Port, tails for starboard…..and I got heads. For Henry past his hearing test, so he is fortunate then the NPC that is patrolling on the same side.)

 

Henry, you hear what sounds like a blowhole exhaling from a whale.You have enough time time to dodge the spray, but Murtada isn’t so lucky as he drenched in sea water. He jumps and yells in Arabic, catching the attention of the other guard on deck.

 

“This is Night-three, we heard someone yelling on  Portside.” said Andreia over the radio. “Are you alright?” After wiping the water from his face Murtada, before replying. “This is Night-five. Im fine, just a little friend from the sea gave me a splash of water to wake me up. Problem is I’m all reddy awake.”

 

(For Denis site roll)

 

When the fog rolled in ,Hannu switched  the cameras to heat vision. You what looks like a pair of whales swimming close the Port side of the ship. Before you or Hannu can radio the rest of the team, one of the whales exhale and wets one the gourds in the proses.

 

(That was just bit of humor and a bit of test with the dye. I hope that didn’t bothered  you  that much)

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Henry would duck out of the way of the spray, a bit surprised that the spray reached that far up the ship,  He was snickering and barely holding back laughter when he saw Murtada,   He'd key up his radio, still laughing sporadically.  "This is Night-6." interrupted by laughter, managing to get it down to a snicker, "Night-3 you might wanna lock up all the harpoons on board.  We might have an Ahab situation.  Night-6 out."  He'd walk up to Murtada and clap him on the shoulder, "That's gotta be good luck, like getting shit on by a seagull."

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Lucius had just reached his position on the port side of the Green Whale, about three quarters of the way up to the bow. The fog lazily billowed by, turning every light source on the ship into a big ball of diffused illumination. "Cain't see anything in this murk," he muttered. Suddenly, amid the rhythmic splashing of the ship's bow wave, he heard a loud "PWASH" somewhere aft. He turned towards the stern, but couldn't see a thing. Then he heard yelling in Arabic. "Izzat Murtada?" He unslung his M4 from his shoulder, and powered up the thermal sight. "Come on," he said, impatiently tapping on the ATN ThOR HD 640 as it came online. He looked through it, and saw Murtada and Henry a few hundred feet aft, just as the radio crackled with an explanation. "Ahab? Hah, whales," he chuckled. He briefly panned his weapon over the side of the ship, but the sights couldn't pick up anything in the sea and fog. He decided to resling the M4 over his shoulder, but left the thermal sight on. "Just in case."

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Jake had just about convinced himself he was letting himself get spooked and was hearing things when he heard a splash followed by the pungent stream of Arabic. Initially alert reaching for his own weapon at the wound. Unable not to snicker to himself  a few moments later as the reasoning behind it crackled over his radio. Pausing as he walked this portion of the deck listening to Henry response. Dropping into a slightly more relaxed stance through he was more than experienced enough to know how quickly such things could change.

"Whale, Night-6? Sure it wasn't some mermaid blowing "Ahab" a sloppy, wet kiss goodbye?" He couldn't resist teasing over the radio, knowing he was going to regret this later.

Panning to look back out across the sea. The pea-soup fog obscuring everything but the nose in front of his face. Easily able to hide rafts filled with murderous pirates as well as Arab soaking whales. Despite his cavalier attitude he was no longer as confident this was going to be as easy an assignment as he'd thought back on dry land.

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Dennis burst out laughing as the spray from the whale's blowhole soaked the unfortunate guard.  A bit dickish, perhaps, but he knew the man would walk away from this incident otherwise unharmed.  It was at moments like these, that he was glad that the security cameras' footage was stored and accessible on the bridge's main computer.  He'd have something to send in to AFV if this mission went smoothly.

Still chuckling, he adopted a faux-Scottish accent and said in a voice that was nearly a shout: "Admiral!  There be whales here!".  The man beside him turned to face him, and raised an eyebrow.

"It's from Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home." Dennis replied.  "Been one of my favorite movies since I was a kid."

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On 6/27/2018 at 2:44 PM, Khas said:

(Ok im sorry I didn’t give the PCs radio call singes. Dennis is Night-1, Jake is Night-4, Lucius is night-7, and Henry already said he was Night-6.)

 

Murtada chuckled a bit about t Captain Ahab and good luck jokes, then squeezed the water out boonie hat. It wasn’t the first time he got lucky and it wouldn’t be the last.

Back at the brigade, Hannu  Raed a eye brow  in a amusement when the night manger machined about the movie.  “I almost forgot you are a fellow Trekkie.Im more of a deep space 9 fan my self.” For first time in a long time he smiled but it didn’t last long as you here snore coming the sonar machine. You can see the operator nodding off.

 

“Wait…..Why are you sleeping instead of  manning the sonar?” Hannu shouted at the operator.

 

The man jumped  in fright before tuning around and talking to you  “Um…..sorry I…um…I just nod off for a few minutes. The dots weren’t even moving that fast anyway. Please don’t tell anybody about this.?

 

Hannu wipers into Dennis ear“You would think this ship would have more professional.We need to inform Brian and Khayrat about this.”

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Henry was still chuckling a little, resuming his patrol of the deck, keeping an ear out for outboards or anything else other than the sounds of waves slapping the side of the ship, his G36K hanging from around his neck by the sling, stock folded, hand loose on the grip, finger out of the trigger guard.  "I miss guarding Nukes." he said to Murtada, sure that he was still within ear shot.  "Walk the fence, scare the local tenagers having a kegger away, chase off some old hippies wanting to spray paint 40 year old slogans on the silo door."

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Lucius was convinced there wasn't anything untoward about the whales, and after a minute he reached back and shut off the thermal sight to conserve batteries. When it was his turn to check in, he keyed his radio's transmit button and said, "Night 7, negative contacts, out." The whales were actually a welcome break from the monotony of the slapping waves. The steady splashing sound could dull the senses, make him not hear what he should. He couldn't get the nagging feeling that something other than marine life was out there. A gut feeling of impending trouble had developed ever since his cameraman was so violently killed in Afghanistan. "Man," he said, spitting over the side of the ship. "That old tightness...like back then. Somethin' is goin' down. Cain't see shit out there." Although it had only been a few minutes, he reached back over his shoulder and turned the thermal sights back on. After a few seconds, he unslung his rifle, and looked through the scope out at the black ocean.

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