04-09-2023, 09:55 PM
Port Salad
Saladian Naval Patrol Headquarters
April 9th
Valentin Daucourt and Piper Drummond jogged towards the main piers of the Naval Patrol Headquarters, trying to keep up with the Marquis as he walked briskly. "So we have three fine new patrol boats for you! We just got them in from Grundhavn’s Shipbuilders’ Union," he chattered excitedly. "They're not as grand as the Neversink, they're a bit on the small side. But I am confident they will make you happy!"
Drummond kept her words hidden behind a vaguely polite smile, while Daucourt looked at her in what he hoped was a reassuring and not-at-all-apprehensive way. The three finally arrived at the piers, where three ships bobbed cheerfully in the water. Drummond stared at them. And stared. They were indeed, on the small side as the Marquis had stated. "See! Don't they look great, they painted the ships in the Naval Patrol colors for free! And stuck those neat guns on the front of them and everything! We got a great deal on these patrol boats too - "
"Those are fishing boats someone slapped a gun on," Drummond said flatly.
"Nonsense! The Shipbuilders’ Union assured me that these boats are totally redone and fit for patrolling purposes," the Marquis said with a grin. "You haven't even seen the inside of one or taken it out into harbor! Trust me, when you do, you'll see they're really quite remarkable." The Marquis bounded onto one of the ships, gesturing for the others to follow him as he walked onboard.
Out of earshot, Drummond grabbed Daucourt by the shirtfront. "Those are fishing boats. They are likely slower than the Marquis to have an original thought, and as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Look, one of them still has nets on it!" She shook Daucourt vigorously. "Get me some real ships or I swear-"
"We are still meeting with the Acadians about some other ships, and the Xiomerans said they might be able to do something with the Neversink - "
"Like blow it up? I would welcome the help of the Xiomerans if it meant that," Drummond cut Daucourt off. "Seriously, Valentin, get me some real ships. I have had it," she said, before releasing his shirt and stalking up the walkway. Daucourt sighed, straightened his uniform shirt, and followed.
Saladian Naval Patrol Headquarters
April 9th
Valentin Daucourt and Piper Drummond jogged towards the main piers of the Naval Patrol Headquarters, trying to keep up with the Marquis as he walked briskly. "So we have three fine new patrol boats for you! We just got them in from Grundhavn’s Shipbuilders’ Union," he chattered excitedly. "They're not as grand as the Neversink, they're a bit on the small side. But I am confident they will make you happy!"
Drummond kept her words hidden behind a vaguely polite smile, while Daucourt looked at her in what he hoped was a reassuring and not-at-all-apprehensive way. The three finally arrived at the piers, where three ships bobbed cheerfully in the water. Drummond stared at them. And stared. They were indeed, on the small side as the Marquis had stated. "See! Don't they look great, they painted the ships in the Naval Patrol colors for free! And stuck those neat guns on the front of them and everything! We got a great deal on these patrol boats too - "
"Those are fishing boats someone slapped a gun on," Drummond said flatly.
"Nonsense! The Shipbuilders’ Union assured me that these boats are totally redone and fit for patrolling purposes," the Marquis said with a grin. "You haven't even seen the inside of one or taken it out into harbor! Trust me, when you do, you'll see they're really quite remarkable." The Marquis bounded onto one of the ships, gesturing for the others to follow him as he walked onboard.
Out of earshot, Drummond grabbed Daucourt by the shirtfront. "Those are fishing boats. They are likely slower than the Marquis to have an original thought, and as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Look, one of them still has nets on it!" She shook Daucourt vigorously. "Get me some real ships or I swear-"
"We are still meeting with the Acadians about some other ships, and the Xiomerans said they might be able to do something with the Neversink - "
"Like blow it up? I would welcome the help of the Xiomerans if it meant that," Drummond cut Daucourt off. "Seriously, Valentin, get me some real ships. I have had it," she said, before releasing his shirt and stalking up the walkway. Daucourt sighed, straightened his uniform shirt, and followed.
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