Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2015 16:52:25 GMT -5
The Argent Porpoise's arrival in Anzio had been anticipated by days. The journey of even so shallow drafted ship up the Velice River had been agonizing, both in pace and in the effort it's accomplishment had required. The normally swift ship had been nearly crippled by a head wind which had forced the crew to motivate her with sweeps.
“Anzio sighted Captain!” The lookout called down from the crow's nest, relief plain in his voice. The journey had not been easy and certainly not smooth, the contrary wind that had vexed them the entire journey had doubtlessly left the crows nest swaying drunkenly.
“Very good.” Was the answer. “Climb down and lend a hand then.” To the rest of crew the captain offered “Alright lads, lets get 'er into the harbor and secured and you'll all have two days of leave.” A thin cheer rose from the crew, for as exciting as the prospect of leave was, they were all tired and besides, how interesting could a place like Anzio really be?
Another half day had passed before the Porpoise was drawn up to the Anzio Docks. Every line, sail and hatch secured to the Captains satisfaction. He knew, because he had checked virtually all of them personally before retrieving a shirt from his trunk on the sterncastle and slinging his boarding axe across his back, alongside the francesca which hung perpetually from his belt. As he descended the ladder bound for the gangplank and the dock where waited his cousin Cesare, he also grabbed his boots, just in case.
“Anzio sighted Captain!” The lookout called down from the crow's nest, relief plain in his voice. The journey had not been easy and certainly not smooth, the contrary wind that had vexed them the entire journey had doubtlessly left the crows nest swaying drunkenly.
“Very good.” Was the answer. “Climb down and lend a hand then.” To the rest of crew the captain offered “Alright lads, lets get 'er into the harbor and secured and you'll all have two days of leave.” A thin cheer rose from the crew, for as exciting as the prospect of leave was, they were all tired and besides, how interesting could a place like Anzio really be?
Another half day had passed before the Porpoise was drawn up to the Anzio Docks. Every line, sail and hatch secured to the Captains satisfaction. He knew, because he had checked virtually all of them personally before retrieving a shirt from his trunk on the sterncastle and slinging his boarding axe across his back, alongside the francesca which hung perpetually from his belt. As he descended the ladder bound for the gangplank and the dock where waited his cousin Cesare, he also grabbed his boots, just in case.