Posted July 5, 2021, 12:36 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Commander Tello Anaar (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Welcome to Fantasy Planet - The Island of Nemornia
The next morning bright and early everyone met at the Anchor Point Dock and boarded the luxury yacht “Bold Milieu”. Captain Nordo Plesty was a gracious host and Pydone the cabin boy made sure that all were plied with snacks and drinks as they made the five hour journey through calm seas under a bright blue sky.
The journey was relatively uneventful with the occasional bird in the sky and jumping fish in the sea. At one point there was a gigantic breach off the starboard bow that rocked the boat a little. Whatever made it was quickly gone and as the Captain seemed unconcerned it was deemed that whatever it was, it wasn’t likely to see the yacht as dinner.
As they approached the island it was explained that the mountainous greenery seen from a distance was a dormant volcanic island with a central cone. Pydone took great pains to point out that the volcano was very, very dormant and extremely unlikely to imminently blow it’s top. No one was quite sure if he was playing them or being serious but agreed to take him at his word.
Pulling up to anchor just outside a pristine coral reef the Captain unhooked the crane atop Bold Milieu and they lowered the jet boat “Swift Scene” into the ocean. Minutes later they pulled up to a rustic wooden pier and gazed over the white sands at a series of huts on stilts next to a larger hut which contained the cooking and storage facilities.
The huts themselves each had several beds and ablution facilities within. There were no glass windows, just pull down blinds and each had a deck area overlooking the ocean. The main hut contained all the equipment they had preordered and quite a few other things such as a gas cookers, pool table, dart board, fully stocked bar and a library of old style paper books. Pydone effortlessly switched from cabin boy to bartender within two steps of entering the establishment. The Captain took a weight off his feet and settled into a worn but comfortable chair, one of many with a couch in attendance.
The Captain looked over the assemblage and his somewhat Italian features broke into a smile, “Well, everyone, welcome to the island of Nemornia. Lunch will be about an hour away so feel free to have a look around”.
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Tello had a bit of a hangover as they boarded the boat, but she was loathe to say anything about it to anyone. It was the difference between drinking mostly synthahol on the ship and the real stuff down here on the planet. Hair tied back and a large brimmed hat and dark glasses hiding most of her face, she found a seat to lounge in and perhaps catch a little more sleep. When they were all informed that the trip to the island would take five hours, she tried not to be concerned, but couldn’t come up with a reason why it was so far away.
When they finally disembarked on the island, she took a look around at all the huts. “Well, this isn’t quite what I was expecting, but that’s part of the draw, isn’t it?”
—Anaar, XO
Hammor looked around and then carried his two bags, one a large green duffle-bag and the other a smaller black one (but whiched seemed heavier and had a metallic clank sometimes as it shifted as he moved) to the hut furthest down the beach from the main hut. “Dibs!” he yelled over his shoulder as he entered and dropped off the bags and looked around smiling.
A few minutes later, he entered the ‘clubhouse’ and sat down on the couch. “Ok… so far I am definitely a fan.”
Hammor, Ops
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