90th of Spring 516 A.V.
The Tipsy Wench was preparing for it long voyage once more. Every person aboard was moving about hauling trade goods aboard the ship and placing it in the caged cargo drop. A flurry of words and passing bodies bumped into each other as they worked on fixing and preparing sails. Yngvarr and Siv made sure that everyone was working hard, and were barking out a flurry of different orders. The loaders walking back and forth from the docks and the centreplank in sequence from the storehouse in the Syliras.
Shimoje’s task, given by the Captain himself, was to make sure everything aboard the ship was in operational order. He was particularly more worried about the weaponry aboard the ship. Two Ballistaes and a bombard, which had been worked on the days before.
Shimoje checked his surroundings at the main ballistae, and then with a loud prevalent yell “Test Fire!” He let the spear fire into the waters below. The spear was attached by rope so he could retrieve it after firing. As the springworks and elastic drawstring did their work the spear seemed to fire fine and the rope got taught just before flinging back as it was tied down to the ship. The easy part was firing, but now Shimoje was sweating trying to pull in the spear from the water’s below. Every heave of his body on the rope struggled as placing hand over hand, wound about his armband for added leverage.
Eventually Shimoje grew tired of using his arms and decided to walk it back to the other side of the ship. Every step was a struggle, and he staggered across to the other of ship. He didn’t dare let go of the rope though, knowing it would just slip back into the sea below. Walking a bit forward leaving some slack on the ship, he worked on securing the slack by using his back to lift a crate full of Alcohol bottles.
In his struggle he sat on the rope and then lifted part of the box up just enough to slip it under. Now that the rope was secured he could finish hauling in the spear. It seemed harder than it should be. Finally, the spear appeared from atop the side of the ship and Shimoje walked forward positioning it by the Ballistae.
Using the crank mechanism on the Ballistae he readied it to be loaded and positioned the spear once more into it. He almost forgot to lock the Ballistae as he walked off to the other one, then with labored breath walked back to it and locked it so it wouldn’t accidentally fire. “Shyke.” He sat down next to it for a small while and drank from his waterskin. Looking around Shimoje could see that the crew were fast in loading the ship. Most of the crew were annoyed by him taking up space and room from his work with the rope, and looked at him eerily while he was sitting down.
“Get up, slacker!” Siv said, being quick to get Shimoje back to work. “Else, I make you carry stuff from the storehouse as well!” Shimoje stuck his tongue out at Siv and then got back up and walked to the other Ballistae. He prepared it in the same manner as before and yelled once more “Test Fire!”
The snapping of the line projected the spear once more into the sea and this time there was more slack upon closer inspection he noticed the gear to be loose. He worked on hauling the spear once more, and it was far easier to move aboard the ship.
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