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Author Topic: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event  (Read 226 times)

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Despite a brief break in the almost constant rain, Southern Winds’ monsoon season had returned in full force. Though still warm, the day’s heavy precipitation had been driven throughout by a light if persistent wind, making drilling and outdoor chores alike a less than attractive proposition for those not wishing to be soaked to the bone.

Unfortunately for the Fishers and riders, the Weyr wasn’t going to feed itself. Not that things had been optimistically abundant, particularly for the last few months; more and more, it was becoming apparent that the Cove and southern side of Fort Island couldn’t sustain the sheer amount of people and dragonkin that needed to eat from it. Though their diet was supplemented heavily by the hunting that Jungle Wing did every day for wherry past the walls of the volcano, and the best efforts of the Beastcrafters, fish was still the primary source of protein.

And if the fish ran out… well, some would remember how bad the food shortages once were at Fort Hold.

So to say the mood of the Fisher Hall was subdued would be accurate. Most of the nets and traps that had been cast out had come up empty, or nearly so. Which meant that when a particular small boat out in the lagoon rocked precariously with the weight of what was in its net, the Fishers manning it had thought it snagged on a rock—or more disastrously, that perhaps they’d disturbed a Beach Snake lurking toward the bottom of the water.

The thrashing only worsened as they hauled up the net, drawing anxious cries from the Journeymen. “Unhook it!” “Whatever it is, kill it already!” “It’s going to sink the boat!” Another of the boats on the water, hearing the trouble, even started rowing over—but by the time they drew near enough to see what was going on, it was already over.

There were already three plated, grey bodies oozing fluid into the bottom of the boat, soaking the Fishers’ boots and staring lifelessly at the washed out, crying sky. Jaws now slack and fins still tangled in the netting, they looked like monsters with their pearly serrated teeth and thick, powerful bodies.

The next series of events all happened in a flurry:  hurried conversations among the Fishers; the trip back to shore, as quick as the could against the wind and choppy water; dragging the dead creatures up the beach; an enterprising Journeyman who started to gut the first right there on the sand to prevent the meat from spoiling; excited muttering. Even some of the Beach and Prairie riders moved over to see what all the fuss was about, and marvel at the quickly-nicknamed “sharpfish”.

That was, until things came to a stop. One of the older Fishers—who once, a quarter of a century ago, had hailed from a now-fallen Crafthall—caught the wrist of the Journeyman doing the gutting with an anguished expression. “What are you doing?! Those are shipfish.”

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: August 10, 2017, 05:50:40 PM »
Fisk hadn't been nearby, and it had only been the slow build of raised voices that broke him away from his works. His nets and traps too, were coming up empty, they all knew that things were getting desperate, and so he had been working a little harder, how it was possible for someone who lived for his craft? Who knows, but he did it anyways.

His eyes sought out the group, and he walked quickly over towards the commotion, shouldering his way to the front of the crowd and staring down at what was happening. "What's going on here?" Fisk asked before he heard the words, shipfish and sharpfish echo around him.

The fisher had never seen one closely before, the Dolphineer Crafthall on the Southern Continent had been the ones that were close to the dolphins, and they had rarely travelled so far north to Tillek to visit the fisher crafthall. His only knowledge was from texts, records, and one far off glimpse on the shores of the Fisher hall, when he had been younger, but this didn't seem to match the records, too... scary, too monstrous.

"Did we manage to save anything from the Dolphineer Hall?" He asked those few that hailed from the craft, if they could confirm, or... not confirm, that these were true shipfish or not, then they would be able to proceed. "We don't know these are shipfish," Fisk said firmly when someone tried to argue with him. The words and we need all the food we can get were left unsaid.

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: August 11, 2017, 11:30:38 AM »
Yaina was playing around those of the Fisher Hall once again under the watchful eye of one of the Fishers that has taken a liking to her. He had set her up with that task of "mending broken nets" (unusable rope to play with) so she was happy and felt useful. She was so happy she even hummed a little tune to herself.

The sudden noise wouldn't normally draw her attention as Fishers were quite a rowdy bunch, but the noise of something being caught sparked her curiosity. She put down the "nets", picked up hers with the full intent of helping and slipped away from the Fisher before he noticed she was gone.

Her excitement grew with the excitement of the crowd and hope of trying out a different kind of fish blossomed in her heart. She hurried closer to the center of the noise. Then there were a bunch of shouts of sharpfish and a small feeling of hesitation overcame her as the Fishers went from full excitement to one hesitating. She did not quite understand what that meant, but she knew that not everyone was happy so she was not happy.

Wiggling her way to see the fish, her eyes widened. They were beautiful creatures. Her friends hadn't told her about them, but they had told her of beautiful creatures that guarded the water like Dragons the Sky and Whers the mine. Her friends would laugh and dance in the curling waves of the sand at her feet and sing the song of winged creatures gliding joyously beneath the waves. Dangerous creatures that moved the very ocean and stopped her from searching for them by pulling her under the waves and nearly drowning her every single time. She kept a safe distance from the thought of trying to find them as she understood not everyone liked being disturbed.

Yet, here they were now. Their wings smaller and many more like all of the fish and hardy and scary looking like the Dragons and Whers. And everyone wanted to eat them. Yaina bursted into tears at the thought. She may not know what a Dolphin is or even guess if it is one or if it is just a NEW threat to them, but her imagination combined with the desperate halting from one of the Fishers has taken a hard hold on her mind.

She starts to bump into people and cry-talking at them. "We can't eat them. We can't eat the Dragons. Why are we eating Dragons?" She is obviously hysterical and obviously has no clue what is going on.

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: August 11, 2017, 12:52:54 PM »
Sayel had been sent to work at the Cove and was learning how to scale fish when the boat came in with a lot of excitement. Like the rest of the people around her everyone was excited and made their way to see what was going on. What she saw was a big long gray fish. With dangerous teeth. The healer in her noted that those teeth would shred anyone who got to close. The slim woman stared at the fish curiously, wondering if she could touch them.

Someone said Shipfish and she frowned. She knew, vagely what those were. Her parents had been from Tillik, and while she'd been two when they'd died, the name was familiar in some way. Eating Shipfish wasn't a good thing. The thing was, this had sharper teeth than anything she'd ever seen but a dragon or a wher. Her gold flit popped in closer to it and sniffed at the creature from the air before darting back to Sayel.

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: August 11, 2017, 04:38:49 PM »
The day had started off well. Roxalin always enjoyed the days she got to be in the boat instead of gutting catch or repairing lines. All very important work but actually being on the water was far more enjoyable! A task she hadn't gotten to indulge as much since taking on the new role of candidate. Feeling the gentle sway of the boat, the sun overhead, it was the sort of day that would normally lift the woman's spirits. Only so far this day had been a lost cause. The lines not getting nibbles and the nets coming up empty one after another. Cascade was not so flush that they could afford a bad string of luck on the sea. Not if everyone wanted to keep enjoying full bellies.

While there was usually a bit of foul mouthed but good spirited shit talk with her fellow fishers things had fallen silent. No doubt everyone in her boat recalling leaner times and worrying they might be coming back ‘round. It meant when a commotion arose across the water it broke the uneasy quiet. Nets were pulled up and all hands help get to shore. By the time they finished pulling the boat up a safe distance there was already a crowd gathered. Words like ‘shipfish’ and ‘sharpfish’ muttered among the excitement and the worry.

Though she was small Roxalin jostled close enough to get a brief look. Plated hide, sharp nasty looking teeth….but scorch it they were no tiny catch! If the meat wasnt total ash they might just have another thing to put on the tables… Roxalin had never seen a shipfish. She was too young and the stories were distant enough she wasnt about to put much stock in legend. But food? Real food that could fill bellies? Now THAT was something worth it’s weight!

Unfortunately one of the older crafters seemed to grow frantic and halt the journeyman. The commotion raising a few degrees as an older Journeyman-Fisk-stepped in to try and restore order. They wouldn't...they couldn't NOT eat the bloody things right? Did no one recall the starving time at Fort?! “Bloody fish are food not friends” Roxalin growled under her breath, unable to hide her annoyance as she stepped back. In the initial excitement she’d melted into the crowd but it was never her favorite place to be. Instead the brunette preferred the fringe, where she could watch things unfold without the suffocating feeling of so many people…

Moving back she felt the bump of a small child as well as the frantic-and rather insane cry-about eating dragons. Roxalin could help scowling as she reached out to steady  that anxious crechling. One she’d seen lingering about the shore a time or two. “Steady there minnow no one's eating any bloody dragons” Roxa assured Yaina in a soft but stern voice. Ash! They should be celebrating! A new animal that was both food and not actively trying to kill them? A bloody miracle!

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: August 11, 2017, 06:40:12 PM »
Given her druthers, Droissa figured she’d rather have opted for inside chores. Monsoon season didn’t make the work with the fishers pleasant at all, and even the sight of the sandy beach wasn’t enough to lift her spirits today. Yes, she expected to get wet, but there was a difference between the gentle drag of the current around her legs and this unending assault on every available surface. She felt waterlogged, her arms were stiff from dragging nets and clearing debris, she really wasn’t in a good mood.

Things were about to get worse.

The commotion out on the water was hard to spot from shore, but the way the boats were moving was enough of a signal to suggest something wasn’t quite right. With one vessel aiding the other, Droissa was about to run for the weyr. She didn’t want a repeat of new year’s.

No alarm was signalled, however, and she felt a little stupid. Still, the fishers were headed back to shore with speed and determination. Something was up and she was curious to find out what exactly.

With no sign of immediate danger, Dro joined the throng of people waiting to assist the unloading of the skifs. She wasn’t alone in how she stood on her tiptoes or angled her way around bodies in front of her to see just exactly what was going on. Very quickly the answer was met as a smattering of voices began to repeat the same few words. Shipfish, did they say shipfish? Sharpfish? No, someone definitely said shipfish. Droissa’s heart surged and she fought her way through the crowd to get her own look.

She knew they’d find people again. Everything her mom had said was true, her family would be able to reclaim their craft and she could stop worrying about getting mauled by Red dragons.

Grinning, she finally wiggled her way between two burly fishers.

The creatures, whatever they were, still wept blood from their wounds. Her delighted eyes met empty ones, devoid of life, and the candidate couldn’t help but inhale with a sobbed gasp. “How could you?” She whispered, not really to anyone, not loud enough to be heard really. If she tried to be heard she knew she’d scream.

The crowd jostled her back away from the gap, but that was probably for the best.

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: August 12, 2017, 07:58:22 PM »
Despite the heavy rain and lack of fish, Vicky’s mood wasn’t nearly as subdued as those of the other Fishers—not that it ever was, even when other people thought it should be. He was perfectly happy to work amid the downpour anyway; as he saw it, odds were he was already going to get wet regardless. What did it matter if the source of the water came from the sky or the sea?

So he’d been humming cheerfully to himself while dragging in nets and helping to check the traps in the shallows. The lack of fish in so many of them was troubling, sure—but Vicymus had the utmost faith in the Journeymen and Masters of his Hall that they’d find a solution. Especially since the Southern Hope was due to be finished sooner rather than later, they wouldn’t have to struggle along with these empty nets for long. With new fishing spots opening up to them around the perimeter of the island, surely things wouldn’t be so bad.

At least, that’s how he saw it.

But for all he was actually trying to focus and work today, given the mood everyone else was in, he was still easily and readily distracted by the commotion out in the lagoon, and then further down the beach as some of the boats returned to shore. It would be surprising to no one, then, that Vicky was one of the first to cluster around the boats to see what his fellow Fishers had caught.

The sight that met him was sad, in a way; no matter how fearsome they might look, the creatures dead on the sand were gorgeous things. Their skin varying patterns of white, silver, grey, black, blue, they were as pretty as any wher or dragon. They did make him think of the stories his mother had told him of shipfish… but these surely weren’t, right? No matter what some of the more scandalized voices around him were saying?

As much as Vicky might regret that the beasts were dead… they did need food. And if they hadn’t tried to speak to the humans that had caught them in the nets, surely that meant they weren’t actually shipfish, even if there was a resemblance?

Right?

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: August 12, 2017, 09:01:44 PM »
C’ace tried, when he could, to work alongside Vicy. It wasn’t playing favorites, per say, it’s just that they generally got along. As it were, there just wasn’t much for the dragon riders to do of late. Fishing was becoming a bit scarce. So while he and Reesskith waited dutifully on the beach should any nets need hauled in with some dragon assistance, thus far they were just… standing around.

Dutifully, of course.

But C’ace was bored and idly toeing at the sand near enough to his brother. Not even really watching him because that was proving to be boring too. Even Reesskith had stopped standing and was not on his belly in the sand. At least his head was still head up. Guard duty wasn’t their responsibility though – he was just waiting for a boat or something, anything to happen.

When stuff finally started to happen, neither Reesskith or C’ace were the first, second, or fifth to react. It wasn’t a boat that needed them, so he wasn’t exactly quick to respond. As far as he was concerned, it was some overly excited fishers about some boat. It wasn’t until Reesskith nosed at him and Vicy moved away from where they were that he decided playing in the sand with his boot wasn’t as fun as going to see what was going on.

Dead fish on the beach. Woo. What was all the fuss about? C’ace shot a confused look at his dragon before he started looking for his Wingleader. If this disagreement started to turn south like the last one, he wanted M’rek to tell him what to do. As far as C’ace was concerned, it was a dead fish. What was the fuss about?

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Re: Look at the Teeth on that Thing [ 16.8.2590; 5:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: August 13, 2017, 05:26:49 PM »
Fisk's face hardened as the situation got a little more... complicated, he heard gasps of dismay, and a cry from a small child that he couldn't see. As far as he was concerned, this wasn't a shipfish, but if people were going to be up and arms about it, the least he could do was try to prevent another riot.

To the three original fishers, those who had pulled the sharpfish from their nets, he spoke in a low tone, so that the general murmurs of the crowd wouldn't all be able to hear him. "Take them into the hall out of sight, make sure you leave the two in tact." They needed to be able to figure out what they actually were and he needed to hear their story, make sure that everything that had happened was documented and understood.

If they weren't shipfish, that had a sharding lot of meat on them, and without it, Fisk wasn't sure whether the fishers would be able to sustain the Weyr. They'd be back on hard rations, and there were many that remember what people turned to when food was low.

He stepped towards the older ex-dolphineer who had stepped in to halt the butcher. "I need you to get records, find the rest of your craft, the ones who remember, I'll get Phenust, and then we can all talk about what we have to do."

And if they were shipfish... then so be it. Animals died all the time. Regardless of their supposed sentience, things died, and the fishers didn't have enough boats to just allow them to sink because of a thrashing shipfish.

"Alright everyone, we all need to get back to work." Having a bunch of young children, and those uneducated in the craft would be useless. No one had voiced their opinion loudly yet, bar the older dolphineer, and he was the only one nearby that Fisk could see that deserved one. But it was not a conversation to be had out in the open, where anyone, knowledge or no could contribute. Fisk needed to find Phenust.

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