OOC: Taking a page from Snoip > Suggested Soundtrack:
The sun was approaching noon, as a sleek shadow quietly crossed over the glittering waves off of the coast of Odaiba, its tail lazily drifting from right to left, while the rest remained perfectly motionless as the creature causing it let the updraft carry it across the sea. Suspended by mighty wings, the Kanohi Dragon flew in a large arc, following the outline of the reef, right where the corals gave way and the ground dropped away to a sandy bottom, much deeper below the surface.A low growl escaped the airborne reptile, its eyes firmly fixed on the water below. This was its hunting-ground. At this time of the day the sun was high enough that the light managed to pierce deeply into the blue, without bothersome reflections obstructing sight. Ideal conditions for a predator out for big game.Today though, there was no game to be had, it seemed. Aside from a shimmering ship cutting through the azure water some distance away from the island, there was nothing of interest to the large dragon. With an annoyed roar it banked, propelling itself westward, unaware that the call had attracted the attention of others.
Down below, the sleek ship continued on its way; the large, elegant trimaran catching the sun along the edges of the layer of crystalline armor encasing the wooden hull in a protective layer. If one had to sum up the vessel in one word, sharp would be an ideal choice. From the lines of the hull, the angled bow, to the white close-hauled sails, blown taught by a firm breeze, to the way its crew moved, everything seemed to be done to maintain that sharpness. Figures were climbing up and down the rigging, moving across decks with purpose, until the roar from above reached their ears. It was enough to startle the Dashi and Saihoko up by the sails, but not enough to break the rhythm of their coordinated movements. Only those not assigned to carry out an immediate task stopped to look skywards, among them two Dashi standing abreast at the taffrail, one diverting her attention away from the line of the log in her hand, dropping down from the stern and into the water. Her shipmate held a hand over her eyes, shielding them from the sun as she watched the dragon fly overhead.
“What do you think? How big was it?”
“70 feet. Easily.”
“Zuto preserve us…” the other muttered, watching as the dragon turned away, getting smaller in the distance.
“That’s a small corvette in length. Do you think it’d ever attack us?”
The Dashi glanced at her companion, both momentarily too focused on the spot in the sky where the dragon had been to notice the larger figure that had approached them from behind.
“The dragons have learned long ago that it is unwise to attack an enemy without first assuring one’s own chances of success or at least a high enough reward to take such a risk, Suihei.” she said. The two Dashi stiffened and turned around quickly, saluting in unison and greeting her. “Commodore!”
“A wise lesson for any being capable of intelligent thought to consider.”
The Dasaka standing behind them was a Menti, athletic in build and steadfast in her posture. She had her arms crossed behind her back, feet slightly apart and her back perfectly straight. Her grey eyes were looking past over the two Dashi, fixed on the point in the sky where the dragon had disappeared, before turning them towards the sailors. “Anything else to report?”
“We’re making good speed, Commodore, ten knots with this current.” the shorter Dashi replied instantly. The Commodore allowed herself the hint of a smile, satisfied. “Very good. We will have rounded Odaiba within two hours and shall reach Sado by the end of afternoon watch. Carry on.”
Wordless, the Menti turned around and strode across the deck, her uniform’s cloak billowing out behind her, until she came to the ship’s wheel. “Helm, we will follow the reef until we a clear of the shallows. Once Sado is in sight, set a new course: northwest by north.” “Northwest by north, aye ma’am.” the Dashi confirmed the order.
Ayiwah nodded and descended the few steps leading down to the main-deck, making sure to pass crew members without interfering with their work. A pair of Saihoko passed her, each giving a quick bow of the head in lieu of a salute, as they were carrying a bundled up length of worn-out line that had been replaced. The crew had been tasked all morning to go over the ship and begin the process of replacing equipment. They were headed home, which on the one hand made the crew rather content, on the other hand it meant a very busy day of work for them - including all the officers. The first and second mate were currently busy managing the inventory of provisions and Ayiwah herself had quite a bit of work that needed to be done as well.
A return to port would most likely be coupled with new orders. They would have to be put into action as soon as possible and therefore she would have to take care of all necessary paperwork within the time remaining on the voyage. To that end, she took the passage leading below decks and headed for her cabin at the stern.She closed the door - a proper door, not a bulkhead - behind her after entering and headed for her desk. Compared to the other compartments on the ship, except for the galley, the room was quite spacey. A board was mounted on one side of the room, nautical and star charts for navigation pinned to it. Across from it stood another table with elegant chairs, specially for holding meetings with the command-crew. Behind the crystal desk was a set of shelves with small, decorative carvings of sea-creatures. The light falling through the portholes was scattered by the crystal, defusing it and creating a soft pattern against the overhead. Ayiwah slipped into her chair, retrieved an inkwell and quill from a drawer and took the first document from the pile. listening to the boatswain’s whistle call from outside and eager feet moving across the deck, knowing that she could focus all her attention on her immediate work.After a minute of quietly reading the resupply-request, Ayiwah dipped the quill into the ink, let an excess drop fall back into the well before signing off on the order:
OOC: And so the Commodore has entered the game! And since signatures are not the most legible things, the ships name is the Yukanna.