Above Decks
The main deck of Monster,
Three masts mark the deck and there's a ladderwell to the quarter deck a the stern and another to the fo'scle at the bow.
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Midships
by WritesNaughtyStories- 1 follower
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Venus led the hesitant boy up across the creaking, wooden dock and to the gang plank. "Up 'ya go, lad, time to earn your keep asea!" she said encouragingly, clapping him on the small, round shoulder. Albrecht looked up at the bustling deck filled with all manner of rough seamen and women, and turned a hesitant look at Venus. "Fucksake, boy! Go. You want me to take you back to Marjia and get one of the girls?" He shook his head and stepped onto the gang plank. Several steps later the rolling of the ship nearly tumbled him off into the dangerous narrow water between the ship and the dock. Venus caught him with a smile, "Got, you boy. You'll get used to i…
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Quarterdeck
by WritesNaughtyStories- 1 follower
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When Venus returned from the stores, she doubled back and bounded up the ladderwell to the quarterdeck. Talia tended the wheel, and surveyed the deck while the captain and boatswain had been below decks. "We need to make it by tomorrow, love." Venus replied to her first mate. "Lavule and I just checked the rum stores and sundown tomorrow, we'll all be strung from the yards." Venus clapped Talia on the shoulder, "Monster will get us there, you'll see to it. I'll call the crew for a vote when we get there - we need a new quartermaster."
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Fo'c'sle
by WritesNaughtyStories- 1 follower
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Venus stood at the bow of Monster, one foot on the base of the bow sprit, one strong, soft hand holding onto a stay as she regarded the sea before her. The other hand rested easily on the hilt of a sheathed cutlass. Low, white clouds boiled into the blue sky ahead, promising a smooth sea and gentle winds. Her long blonde hair and brocaded coat danced in the wind as she surveyed the sea. Tight white trousers and tall, black boots accented her long legs.As her coat danced the crew behind her could catch the occasional glimpse of her firm, round behind. Opposite her cutlass a pistol was thrust into the broad belt of supple leather than hung low about her shapely, f…
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