The newly appointed Minister of Trade and Commerce had mercilessly been teased since she returned to her ship. The crew, accustomed to her demands of hard work and the utmost respect had instead turned into a bunch of heathens. They proceeded to address her as "Miss Minister" at every chance they got; "Pardon me Miss Minister"; "Let me get that for you Miss Minister, we can't have you hurtin" your self."; and even yelled out in the docks "Miss Minister coming through' whenever she needed to walk into town.
That evening after her speech the teasing progressed into the Rusty Scupper, a rather frequented tavern of ill repute. The Captain needed to be helped home by men that were almost as drunk as she.
It was now, a few days later, that they had subsided to only addressing her with the title occasionally and the effects of the appointment had wore off. A few crew members that she had hand picked (those who teased her the most) were now carrying heavy crates into her new office. It had been refurbished in the last few days and furniture was now being set up.
"Cap"ain...I think that's the last o"it."
Silver's hands fell to her hips as she surveyed her new office. It was still new to her to think of herself as Minister of Trade and Commerce like the sign outside stated. A large wooden desk polished to a high shine faced the door, behind which were large windows overlooking the docks and her ship, as well as the sea beyond. Shelves of books relating to Trade and Commerce and Law on the Seas filled the other side of the room. Finally, various tools of her trade lined the various places along the room " a spyglass, chronometer, almanacs, compass, sextant and various ropes knotted in extremely complicated knots.
There wasn't much more she could ask for.
The men behind her shifted on their feet before one stepped forward. He set a wooden, model lighthouse, roughly three feet tall, right next to the door to her office. It was painted in a dark blue and white striped pattern with a spot for a candle in the top. Silver arched a single brow as the man shuffled back into line with a nervous smile.
Another crewman stepped forward and approached her desk, bending down toward the floor. He worked the tip of a knife into the floorboard, trying to pry one of them loose.
"Jackson!" Silver barked, both eyebrows raising. "You're already destroying my office!"
"No Cap"ain?" he muttered as he yanked the board up and produced a small silver coin, dropping it beneath the loosened board. He pounded the wood back into spot before sliding the leg of her desk over it again. "Ye got no masthead, but I's figure this be close enough."
Truly touched, the Captain watched the few men in silence. Not only had they made and painted her a lighthouse to guide her back home, but had thought to bless her with good luck by placing the silver coin under the masthead of her office.
"Aye' I couldn't have asked for a better crew." She stated quietly.
Silver quickly turned from the men, crossing the room toward her desk. "Now go back to work. A ship can't run itself." She barked out again with a smile and a wave of her hand.
The men chorused an "Aye Cap"ain!" with wide grins before trailing out of the office and back toward her ship.
Alone, Silver peered around the room again, falling into the large chair behind her desk. "Time to get to work?? She muttered, reaching toward the papers that awaited her.
(this SL is open for anyone, whether stopping by to see Sil or setting up their own offices.)
That evening after her speech the teasing progressed into the Rusty Scupper, a rather frequented tavern of ill repute. The Captain needed to be helped home by men that were almost as drunk as she.
It was now, a few days later, that they had subsided to only addressing her with the title occasionally and the effects of the appointment had wore off. A few crew members that she had hand picked (those who teased her the most) were now carrying heavy crates into her new office. It had been refurbished in the last few days and furniture was now being set up.
"Cap"ain...I think that's the last o"it."
Silver's hands fell to her hips as she surveyed her new office. It was still new to her to think of herself as Minister of Trade and Commerce like the sign outside stated. A large wooden desk polished to a high shine faced the door, behind which were large windows overlooking the docks and her ship, as well as the sea beyond. Shelves of books relating to Trade and Commerce and Law on the Seas filled the other side of the room. Finally, various tools of her trade lined the various places along the room " a spyglass, chronometer, almanacs, compass, sextant and various ropes knotted in extremely complicated knots.
There wasn't much more she could ask for.
The men behind her shifted on their feet before one stepped forward. He set a wooden, model lighthouse, roughly three feet tall, right next to the door to her office. It was painted in a dark blue and white striped pattern with a spot for a candle in the top. Silver arched a single brow as the man shuffled back into line with a nervous smile.
Another crewman stepped forward and approached her desk, bending down toward the floor. He worked the tip of a knife into the floorboard, trying to pry one of them loose.
"Jackson!" Silver barked, both eyebrows raising. "You're already destroying my office!"
"No Cap"ain?" he muttered as he yanked the board up and produced a small silver coin, dropping it beneath the loosened board. He pounded the wood back into spot before sliding the leg of her desk over it again. "Ye got no masthead, but I's figure this be close enough."
Truly touched, the Captain watched the few men in silence. Not only had they made and painted her a lighthouse to guide her back home, but had thought to bless her with good luck by placing the silver coin under the masthead of her office.
"Aye' I couldn't have asked for a better crew." She stated quietly.
Silver quickly turned from the men, crossing the room toward her desk. "Now go back to work. A ship can't run itself." She barked out again with a smile and a wave of her hand.
The men chorused an "Aye Cap"ain!" with wide grins before trailing out of the office and back toward her ship.
Alone, Silver peered around the room again, falling into the large chair behind her desk. "Time to get to work?? She muttered, reaching toward the papers that awaited her.
(this SL is open for anyone, whether stopping by to see Sil or setting up their own offices.)