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2016-05-28T03:26:30Z

Daphne:

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{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Drude]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Minstrel of Death and Destruction]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I knew, without doubt, I was nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I was student of the multi-verse. I was [[The Nautilus]].

There I remained, happily, for a long while. I was then granted the wheel, and my beloved ship underwent a transformation to become [[The Dreadnaut]]. The waters were soon slick with treachery, and Sun Tzu crashed headlong in Poseidon. I gladly handed the wheel to another and went in search of my own truth.

After a time, it became apparent that the Fleet I had grown to love was in danger; Not from any tangible enemy, but from malaise. The fog of bad morale
lay heavy, and I felt the desire to step out of my comfortable quarters, and roll up my sleeves. It became clear to me that new blood, new energy, and new life was the key to overcoming the grip of The Nothing inside my own Rogue heart. So I set out upon a journey of two years, whereupon I was led astray from my hearts journey by my pride. I found love that offered succor and strong root and there settled down. Upon entering into an agreement with the stars as well as the law, I was startled to discover lessons anew.

I realized that my heart lay in the music, and telling the stories that draw us all together. I realized that showing true natures through music was my purpose.
I listened to the call of the fickle muse once again, and felt the warm embrace of brothers and sister under the true flag. I became the Minstrel of Death and Destruction; for in these misunderstood and oft underestimated states lay powerful transformative juju. That which is forged by pride will break under the weight of the untenable will of the prideful, while that which is made purely will sustain, through all phases, to be re-born into the next wheel-lesson...

Come, I will sing you the song of your heart, for it is my nature, upon [[The Drude]].

Daphne TartNSweet

2016-05-28T03:25:39Z

Daphne: /* Biography */

[[Image:Daphne3.jpg|frame|left|Daphne ]]
{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne TartNSweet'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Drude]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Minstrel of Death and Destruction]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I knew, without doubt, I was nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I was student of the multi-verse. I was [[The Nautilus]].

There I remained, happily, for a long while. I was then granted the wheel, and my beloved ship underwent a transformation to become [[The Dreadnaut]]. The waters were soon slick with treachery, and Sun Tzu crashed headlong in Poseidon. I gladly handed the wheel to another and went in search of my own truth.

After a time, it became apparent that the Fleet I had grown to love was in danger; Not from any tangible enemy, but from malaise. The fog of bad morale
lay heavy, and I felt the desire to step out of my comfortable quarters, and roll up my sleeves. It became clear to me that new blood, new energy, and new life was the key to overcoming the grip of The Nothing inside my own Rogue heart. So I set out upon a journey of two years, whereupon I was led astray from my hearts journey by my pride. I found love that offered succor and strong root and there settled down. Upon entering into an agreement with the stars as well as the law, I was startled to discover lessons anew.

I realized that my heart lay in the music, and telling the stories that draw us all together. I realized that showing true natures through music was my purpose.
I listened to the call of the fickle muse once again, and felt the warm embrace of brothers and sister under the true flag. I became the Minstrel of Death and Destruction; for in these misunderstood and oft underestimated states lay powerful transformative juju. That which is forged by pride will break under the weight of the untenable will of the prideful, while that which is made purely will sustain, through all phases, to be re-born into the next wheel-lesson...

Come, I will sing you the song of your heart, for it is my nature, upon [[The Drude]].

The Drude

2016-05-28T03:07:19Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - ( ) */

[[File:Drudebanner.jpg|200px|left]]'''Ship Drink''' - The Scorpion 

'''Ship Shot''' - Neurotoxin 

'''Ship Toast''' - "I could not help myself. It is my nature."

'''Ship Motto:''' Though our peril be beyond reason, our reward is beyond measure.

'''Ship Colors:''' Dark Blue and Copper

'''Ship Stones:''' Tiger's Eye and Lapis Lazuli

 

==Current Roster - ( ) ==

'''Ship's Head''' 
[[Ash|Ash Dresden]] - [[Captain]] 
[[Hilo]] - [[First Mate]] 
[[Lady Gimlet]] - [[Quartermaster]] 

'''Officers''' 
[[Solace|Solace Shadowmane]] - [[Master Artisan]] 
[[Fingers]] - [[Chancellor]] 

'''Specialized Crew''' 
[[Po Knose]] - [[Ship's Bard]] 
[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Minstrel of Death and Destruction]] 

'''Regular Crew''' 
[[Mistress Skye]] - OOT 
[[Switch]] - OOT

== '''Ship Awards''' ==

<forthcoming>

=='''Ship Story'''==

<forthcoming>

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2016-05-28T03:05:28Z

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2016-05-28T03:03:49Z

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2016-05-28T02:55:31Z

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Daphne TartNSweet

2016-05-28T02:46:36Z

Daphne:

[[Image:Daphne3.jpg|frame|left|Daphne ]]
{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne TartNSweet'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Drude]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Minstrel of Death and Destruction]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I know, without doubt, I am nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I am a humble student of the multi-verse. I am [[The Nautilus]].

There I remained, happily, for a long while. I was then granted the wheel, and my beloved ship underwent a transformation to become [[The Dreadnaut]].

After a time, it became apparent that the Fleet I had grown to love was in danger; Not from any tangible enemy, but from malaise. The fog of bad morale
lay heavy, and I felt the desire to step out of my comfortable quarters, and roll up my sleeves. It became clear to me that new blood, new energy, and new life was the key to overcoming the grip of The Nothing inside my own Rogue heart.

I realized that my heart lay in my music, and telling the stories that draw us all together. I realized that luring people with my songs was my purpose.
I listened to the call of transformation. I became the Siren.

Come, listen, let me sing you the song of my heart. Let me sing you the song of [[The Harbour]].

The Drude

2016-05-28T02:40:03Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - ( ) */

[[File:Drudebanner.jpg|200px|left]]'''Ship Drink''' - The Scorpion 

'''Ship Shot''' - Neurotoxin 

'''Ship Toast''' - "I could not help myself. It is my nature."

'''Ship Motto:''' Though our peril be beyond reason, our reward is beyond measure.

'''Ship Colors:''' Dark Blue and Copper

'''Ship Stones:''' Tiger's Eye and Lapis Lazuli

 

==Current Roster - ( ) ==

'''Ship's Head''' 
[[Ash|Ash Dresden]] - [[Captain]] 
[[Hilo]] - [[First Mate]] 
[[Lady Gimlet]] - [[Quartermaster]] 

'''Officers''' 
[[Solace|Solace Shadowmane]] - [[Master Artisan]] 
[[Fingers]] - [[Chancellor]] 

'''Specialized Crew''' 
[[Po Knose]] - [[Ship's Bard]]

'''Regular Crew''' 
[[Mistress Skye]] - OOT 
[[Switch]] - OOT

== '''Ship Awards''' ==

<forthcoming>

=='''Ship Story'''==

<forthcoming>

Daphne TartNSweet

2014-09-14T17:39:33Z

Daphne: /* Biography */

[[Image:Daphne3.jpg|frame|left|Daphne TartNSweet]]
{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne TartNSweet'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Harbour]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Siren]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I know, without doubt, I am nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I am a humble student of the multi-verse. I am [[The Nautilus]].

There I remained, happily, for a long while. I was then granted the wheel, and my beloved ship underwent a transformation to become [[The Dreadnaut]].

After a time, it became apparent that the Fleet I had grown to love was in danger; Not from any tangible enemy, but from malaise. The fog of bad morale
lay heavy, and I felt the desire to step out of my comfortable quarters, and roll up my sleeves. It became clear to me that new blood, new energy, and new life was the key to overcoming the grip of The Nothing inside my own Rogue heart.

I realized that my heart lay in my music, and telling the stories that draw us all together. I realized that luring people with my songs was my purpose.
I listened to the call of transformation. I became the Siren.

Come, listen, let me sing you the song of my heart. Let me sing you the song of [[The Harbour]].

Daphne TartNSweet

2014-09-14T17:38:18Z

Daphne: /* Biography */

Daphne TartNSweet

2014-09-14T17:37:38Z

Daphne: /* Biography */

[[Image:Daphne3.jpg|frame|left|Daphne TartNSweet]]
{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne TartNSweet'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Harbour]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Siren]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I know, without doubt, I am nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I am a humble student of the multi-verse. I am [[The Naultilus]].

There I remained, happily, for a long while. I was then granted the wheel, and my beloved ship underwent a transformation to become [[The Dreadnaut]].

After a time, it became apparent that the Fleet I had grown to love was in danger; Not from any tangible enemy, but from malaise. The fog of bad morale
lay heavy, and I felt the desire to step out of my comfortable quarters, and roll up my sleeves. It became clear to me that new blood, new energy, and new life was the key to overcoming the grip of The Nothing inside my own Rogue heart.

I realized that my heart lay in my music, and telling the stories that draw us all together. I realized that luring people with my songs was my purpose.
I listened to the call of transformation. I became the Siren.

Come, listen, let me sing you the song of my heart.

Daphne TartNSweet

2014-09-14T17:36:53Z

Daphne: /* Biography */

[[Image:Daphne3.jpg|frame|left|Daphne TartNSweet]]
{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne TartNSweet'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Harbour]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Siren]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I know, without doubt, I am nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I am a humble student of the multi-verse. I am [[The Naultilus]].

There I remained, happily, for a long while. I was then granted the wheel, and my beloved ship underwent a transformation to become [[The Dreadnaught]].

After a time, it became apparent that the Fleet I had grown to love was in danger; Not from any tangible enemy, but from malaise. The fog of bad morale
lay heavy, and I felt the desire to step out of my comfortable quarters, and roll up my sleeves. It became clear to me that new blood, new energy, and new life was the key to overcoming the grip of The Nothing inside my own Rogue heart.

I realized that my heart lay in my music, and telling the stories that draw us all together. I realized that luring people with my songs was my purpose.
I listened to the call of transformation. I became the Siren.

Come, listen, let me sing you the song of my heart.

Daphne TartNSweet

2014-09-14T17:13:56Z

Daphne:

Daphne TartNSweet

2014-09-14T17:13:06Z

Daphne:

[[Image:Daphne3.jpg|frame|left|Daphne TartNSweet]]
{| style="height: 150px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:''' || '''Daphne TartNSweet'''
|-
|'''Location:''' || [[The Harbor]]
|-
|'''Rank:''' || [[Siren]]
|-
|'''Guilds:''' || Artisans
|-
|'''Step Name:''' || Daphne
|}
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

==Noted Favors and Awards==
2012 Rogue Games Jester/ Insult Champion

2011 Captain's Award

2010 Captain's Award

2010 Shipwright Award for building the Parade Ship

2010 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

2009 Rummy for Outstanding Fleet Service

[[Captain Hawk]] 2009 Mini-Bones Ladle- For Creation of "Praise Be The Bones" music and lyrics

[[Captain Hawk]] 2006 favor for helping

[[Madam Cricket]] 2006 favor for helping

== Biography==
I am Daphne TartNSweet. I was born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of modest but loving parents. My da was fond o’ music and drink, and not necessarily in that order. My mam met him in the county hall where they was having a rousing session, and fell in love with his playing as much as his face. They were young and foolish, and married soon. Some would say t’was suspect the speed with which I appeared and made whispers behind their hands.

Their marriage was like a piecrust; easily made, and easily broken. After concocting stories of my da’s untimely demise, my mam found herself in want of work and struck out to the fields, leaving me in the care of a strange old woman, who looked different and spoke with the tongue of a foreigner. My nan, (who I later learned was from Spain) told me exciting tales of oversea journeys and lands far away, instilling in me a great desire to see more of the world than my green isle and stony fielded future. I spent the first 5 years of my life happy at the hearth.

By a stroke of fate, my mam was promoted to be the housemistress of our towns only well-off family, and there met the Steward, whose heart she captured easily with her fair face, able mind and sharp wit. Over the next few years, they courted and married. My life would ne’er be the same. From famine to feast overnight. We moved into a large respectable home on the outskirts of town and settled into our new life.

As the years passed, it became apparent that me and my mam’s husband were bound to interact as oil and water, with the mix getting slicker the taller I got. By the summer of my fourteenth year, interactions between me and him and were taut to the breaking point. One evening after we had traded blows verbal and physical, I overheard the folks speaking of sending me off to convent, so I ran away.

I was blessed with my real da’s voice and penchant for music, so I busked my way to Dublin. Over the next 10 years, I discovered that his love for music wasn’t the only thing I inherited, and danced with the Mistress O’ Whiskey until I found myself on the doorstep of the bowery brothel. That time was hard and the lessons were a bitter, but necessary tincture. I was one of the ‘parlour girls’ who brought men in with a flash of smile, a flash of knickers, and a promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was ‘promoted’ to a chamber girl, where that promise was fulfilled if the caller had the bankers blessing. I promised myself that I would not go down that path.

I began singing in the parlour to entertain the clientele and was noticed by the Osteler, a man that upon first meeting I found to be unbearably cocksure, but with time, I softened my gaze. He vowed to lift me from the quagmire and turn my life around. Being naïve, I agreed to marry, but soon found that his idea of a better life was a far cry from my own. In a heated argument late one night, he advanced on me with fists raised in fury, and I slew him. I buried him in the garden under the moonlight and covered his absence with the tale of a pregnant mistress in Munster. It wasn’t till after his terrible ‘accident’ that I’d found he’d left me with child.

I headed for the docks, where I stowed aboard The Goode Ship Mourning Glory , and hid my femaleness under rough breechcloth and short hair until my burgeoning belly made trickery nigh impossible. I was discovered by Captain DeVallier and his wife Jeanette. They were kind folk who took a shine to me and through their tutelage, I learned to crew, fight, and sail, courting the harsh mistress o’ the sea and seeing faraway lands and peoples until the call of The Celt thundered above the beckon of her salty voice. So I left the land of Dragonspine and returned to Dublin once again with Ayslynn the Dreamer, the child I had borne whilst aboard.

Shortly thereafter, I met a man named [[Bardkin]] in a pub where I was working. We drank the evening away and traded songs and stories. Now I’ve been told I have a large voice for such a small mouth, and ne’er thought I’d meet one who was louder than me, but [[Bardkin]] could give me a run for my ploughman’s notes. You’d a thought we were reuniting and not just meeting fer the first time, but sometimes folk are like that. You just know you’ve known them before, and you welcome them with open arms.

We decided to throw our lot in together and formed a band, taking the name of his old act, The River Wynde. We performed throughout the countryside for two years, earning a modest income, drinking some fine mead and making good music. After a while we realized that as a band, we were missing something, and put the call to the universe to aid us in filling this need. We chanced to hear of a couple who had retired from the gypsy road. [[Strings]] and [[Sasha]]. As luck would have it, they were in search of a band to join, and so we decided to meet. We played reels, ballads and whirling jigs. It was magical, that first time we four made music.

During this time, I met one of [[Bardkin]]’s dear friends, a striking woman by the name of Traveler Hawk. Behind the fence of a traveling fair, Miss Hawk and I would steal behind the scenes and sing together, culminating in me inviting her to perform onstage with us. She was powerful shy at first, but you just knew there was something brilliant inside her waiting to be set free. I hear tales of [[Captain Hawk]] starting a band of her own and pleasing the masses with her enchanting melodies, and it makes my heart smile.

After a few years more playing the local taverns and faires, I got to be fast friends with a rowdy group of pubcrawlers and discovered that they were pirates who had vowed to drink all the gold they had hoarded, and so took up residence at The Pirates Pub! [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]] of [[the Rising]], loved the music we made so much, he invited me onboard as his bard. At that time I’d found I was once again blessed with child, and being that my own family had turned their backs on me, I readily accepted, and I met her crew. Among them were Sachiko, her [[First Mate]], [[Merlot]], her scribe and [[Boutz]], an able crew member. I discovered that there were ships of this fleet that were on the ocean, that my dear ‘mate [[Bardkin]] was a crewmember of one vessel called [[the Raging St. Mae]] and that my other dear friend Traveler was her [[Captain]]! It seems I was destined to be involved with this group. The [[Captain]]'s and crews, my new brothers and sisters, supported me through a long and trying pregnancy that year. And that fall we all welcomed Ava. Captain Moon christened her [[Blue Moon]], saying babies that sweet only come along once in a blue moon. He also welcomed Ayslynn with open arms and dubbed her [[New Moon]], for she holds the moon in her hand, even when it isn't visible to the naked eye.

After a time, I heard tales in the pub of a ship that had been in a terrific battle, and in the course of her sinking, the souls of her crew brought the Japanese ship that had defeated it back to port, whereupon Captain Moon gifted her to his [[First Mate]], and made Sachiko Zetsumei her [[Captain]]. It was a proud and wonderful day when Captain Moon introduced [[Captain Zetsumei]] and her fine vessel, [[The Koumori]]. Three cheers for the Purple and Black.

[[Captain Zetsumei]], accounting for how deftly I handled drunken patrons at the pub, knowing of my years sailing, my thirst for adventure, and the secret I had confided to her, made me her [[Quartermaster]]. I loved my new crew and my home vessel. We had many adventures, our first year was truly a thing of beauty to behold. The winds were steady, the chop was calm, and stars were out. Now I was the one who cracked the whip.

I sailed with [[The Koumori]] as her [[Quartermaster]] for a year and three-quarter, until my first [[Captain]], Captain Moon sent an urgent message that stated he needed me back aboard [[the Rising]]. I had given my oath when I departed that all he need do was beckon and I would answer his call, and true to my word, I returned to the crew I began with on [[the Rising]] and took my place as her [[Coxun]] where I remained for three fortnights before being promoted to [[Bosun]].

After a time on board as [[Bosun]], Captain Moon made the decision to retire, whereupon his [[First Mate]] was voted by the crew of [[the Rising]] into her new [[Captain]]. When [[Lorrance Ohm]] was promoted, he gave me the honour and privilege of making me his [[First Mate]]. We sailed with pride, integrity and a lust for fun and adventure.

Our first year was trying and more difficult than any of us could have imagined. I grew increasingly worried over my Captain's health and waning energy when he announced that he was taking a sabbatical and seeking a skilled surgeon to remedy his ailing health. He took his leave and made me her acting-Captain until he had healed, and also ordered me to have the ship completely refit and made sea-worthy once again, for after over a decade of languishing in port, she was in dire need of a carpenter's kiss. Upon his return, we were to set sail. He mended quickly and returned sooner than expected to a beautifully redone ship and an eager crew.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. I was excited and giddy to be out on the open waters once again. We sailed joyously for a few brilliant hours, our hearts light and our heads buzzing with the thought of holds to plunder and coffers to refill, until we came headlong into a terrible storm. Though I will admit I try not to be as superstitious as many on the ocean, it seemed that our ship, our livelihood and sanctuary on the waves, was not responding as she should have. I pride myself on being more empathetic than your average cutthroat, and I swear the hesitancy was coming from The Rising herself.

I placed my hands on her trusted wooden wheel and was jolted with the vision of the night sky with a thousand winking stars dotting the inky stillness. Hanging in the distance in the center of it all was a clear and bright full moon. The vision continued and though my eyes were open on deck, all I could see was the calm and gentle night-scape. The sounds of tense hollers from the crew, howling wind and whipping sheets were replaced by a gentle keening wail, a sound full of piteous despair and longing. As quickly as it had begun, the vision ended, leaving me a bit dizzy and struggling for footing on this plane. I shook of the effects of the trance and went to find my Captain.

We gathered all the other officers and went to Ohm's quarters, where I relayed my strange vision and we parsed out what it meant. The ship we were upon was still connected to her former Captain and her melancholy was the reason we were battling not only the storm, but the vessel herself. Without the efforts of our ship behind us, we were doomed to The Locker and we all knew it.

Captain Ohm crossed the cozy but finely appointed room, his boot heels clicking on the well-made planks muffling only as he crossed the lush throw rug in front of the heavily decorated trunk that held his personal possessions. Withdrawing a well-loved weather beaten tome, he turned to us and bid each of us present to open our hearts and minds. He reasoned that because love and all of its aspects, positive and negative, were what had us in our quandary, that logically, love and its wild and magical properties would be our only saving grace.

We performed a ritual to request an audience with the Ruler of The Sea. We were found worthy and granted reprieve from the pounding surf and shrieking winds of watery dissent. We emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.

All my life I have been given great opportunities to grow and challenge myself. To choose strength, integrity and love when other seemingly easier options presented themselves. Now I know, without doubt, I am nestled safe in the bosom of perfection. I am a humble student of the multi-verse. I am [[The Naultilus]].

The Dreadnaught

2013-11-21T19:46:11Z

Daphne: Created page with "left '''Duties''' - '''Ship Drink''' - Salacia '''Ship Toast''' - Here's to King Neptune,     Ruler of the Sea..."

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Dreadnaut and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (11)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.''

Guilds

2013-11-18T18:53:14Z

Daphne: /* The Dreadnaut*/

==Introduction==
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]
Below are listed the Ships, House and Harbour that comprise the factions of [[Colorado Rogues]] . Each faction has its own purpose and personality.

On each ship's page you will find information as well as thier roster and individual member pages by clicking thier name indicated as a blue link.

Purple links will indicate those that are still under construction.

==The Lady Sinister==

[[Image:SinisterFlag-small.png|left]]

'''Theme:''' Black Powder and Firearms

[[The Lady Sinister]] in this year of Two Thousand and Thirteen was given the standard of the [[Colorado Rogues]] to bear as the newest flagship of the fleet.

This ship is under the command of [[Captain]] [[Ogre M Greybeard]], [[Commodore]] of the Rogues

Their colors are Silver and Black

==The Andromeda==

[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|200x300px|left]]

[[The Andromeda]] is a ship with a Fleet support participation focus, and a strong a family bond.

This ship is run by [[Captain]] [[Darkstar|Bonzi D Darkstar]]

Their colors are Gold and Black

==The Blood Eagle==

[[Image:BloodEagle-Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]

'''Theme:''' Norse Culture

[[The Blood Eagle]] still focuses on Royal Navy turned to piracy but has now sailed to northern waters to expand their exploration.

Commanded by [[Captain]] [[Fin|McEwok]].

Their colors are Red and Black.

==The Gadjo Safir==

[[File:Gadjo Safir banner.jpg|200x300px|left]]

'''Theme:''' Black Sea Merchants

[[The Gadjo Safir]] is a band of merchants offering the Rogues the ability to turn plundered bounty into spendable coin.

This ship is run by [[Captain]] [[Fidget Stiltzkin]]

Their colors are Royal Blue and Copper.

==The Harbour==

[[Image:Harbour_Banner.jpg|200x300px||left]]

'''Theme:''' Maritime Myth and Lore.

[[The Harbour]] is the central port for the [[Colorado Rogues]]. all new people go through the harbour and are put under the [[Harbourmaster]] for the Step n' Fetch program for one year. At the end of the year they are judged on performance and either inducted into the ranks or repeating the program another year.

The [[Harbourmaster]] is [[Harbourmaster]] [[Jettie]]

Their colors are White, Orange and Black

==The House==

[[Image:Crickets.jpg|200x300px|left]]

'''Theme:''' World History of Women

[[The House]] is located on the Island and is a den of earthly delights. Many of the Parties and Dances are organized by the wenches.

[[The House]] is run by [[Madam]] [[Theodosia Devyne]] Their colors are Burgandy, Green and Black

==The Dreadnaut==

'''Theme:''' General Caribbean Piracy

[[The Dreadnaut]] is focused on many structure and service goals that comprise the Rogues as a community with a strong focus on historical and reality involvement. The Mythos of King Neptune plays a large role in their theme.

This is the ship run by [[Captain]] [[Daphne TartNSweet]]

Their colors are Aquamarine and Black

==Shore Leave (Emeritus/Non-Commissioned Rogues) ==

Those rogues that have retired or currently have no ship to report to can be found listed on the [[Shore Leave]] Roster.

==The Guilds==

Though not ships, Guilds are individual groups specialized in an area that members from multiple ships can be a part of. Basically a member of a ship can also be members of multiple guilds. But not multiple ships.

These are represented by Fleet [[Guild Master]] [[Boutz|Buotz]] on the council.

'''[[The Thieves Guild]] - [[Fingers]]'''

* Administration of The Thieves Game

*Judges for events and neutral voices where needed in disputes.

'''[[The Assassin's Guild]] - [[Boutz|Buotz]]'''

*Administration of the Assassin's Game.

'''[[Our Lady of Perpetual Crisis]] - [[DD]]'''

*Guild focusing on Medical and Spiritual healing.

'''[[The Church of the Dirty Virgin]] - [[Requiem]]'''

* Spiritual Advice, some real some jest.

'''[[The Galley]] - [[Valya]]'''

*Cook's Guild. Servers of fine culinary delights at commissioned events.

'''[[Brewmeister's Guild]] - [[Bardkin]]'''

*Where Grog meets artistry.

'''[[The Artisan's Guild]] - [[Solace]]'''

*Where artists and artisans can inspire and collaborate.

'''[[The Archives Guild]] - [[Grimm]]'''

*Historians, dedicated to writing it down so you don't have to remember.

The Nautilus

2013-03-25T05:28:43Z

Daphne: /* Nautilus/Rising Alumni */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (11)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Gogh]] -Last Rank [[Deckhand]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - Last Rank [[Mate of the Watch]]

[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]]
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2013-03-25T05:28:21Z

Daphne: /* Nautilus/Rising Alumni */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (11)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Gogh]] -Last Rank [[Deckhand]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - Last Rank [[Mate of the Watch]]
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]]
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2013-03-25T05:25:41Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - (13) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (11)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Three Dog]] - Last Rank [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

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[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (13)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Three Dog]] - Last Rank [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

Zatara

2013-02-09T02:39:18Z

Daphne: /* Noted Favors and Awards */

[[Image:zatara.jpg|frame|left|Zatara]]
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|'''Name:'''
|'''Zatara'''
|-
|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
|-
|'''Rank:'''
|[[First Mate]]
|}

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|
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==Noted Favors and Awards==
Captains Award of Excellence 2011

Captains Award of Excellence 2012

Rummy for Fleet Financial Partnership Support 2012

== Biography==

I'm Zatara!

Gimme some leather and I’ll make you somethin’ nifty!

--work in progress--

Zatara

2013-02-09T02:38:09Z

Daphne: /* Noted Favors and Awards */

[[Image:zatara.jpg|frame|left|Zatara]]
{| style="height:200px" border="0"
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|'''Name:'''
|'''Zatara'''
|-
|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
|-
|'''Rank:'''
|[[First Mate]]
|}

{| border="0"
|+ '''Guilds'''
|-
|
|
|}

==Noted Favors and Awards==
Captains Award of Excellence 2011
Captains Award of Excellence 2012

== Biography==

I'm Zatara!

Gimme some leather and I’ll make you somethin’ nifty!

--work in progress--

Zatara

2013-02-09T02:36:41Z

Daphne:

[[Image:zatara.jpg|frame|left|Zatara]]
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|'''Name:'''
|'''Zatara'''
|-
|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
|-
|'''Rank:'''
|[[First Mate]]
|}

{| border="0"
|+ '''Guilds'''
|-
|
|
|}

==Noted Favors and Awards==

== Biography==

I'm Zatara!

Gimme some leather and I’ll make you somethin’ nifty!

--work in progress--

Zatara

2013-02-09T02:32:40Z

Daphne:

[[Image:Zatara.jpg|frame|left|Zatara]]
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|'''Name:'''
|'''Zatara'''
|-
|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
|-
|'''Rank:'''
|[[First Mate]]
|}

{| border="0"
|+ '''Guilds'''
|-
|
|
|}

==Noted Favors and Awards==

== Biography==

I'm Zatara!

Gimme some leather and I’ll make you somethin’ nifty!

--work in progress--

Zatara

2013-02-09T02:25:20Z

Daphne:

{| style="height:200px" border="0"
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|'''Name:'''
|'''Zatara'''
|-
|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
|-
|'''Rank:'''
|[[Master Artisan]]
|}

{| border="0"
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|
|
|}

==Noted Favors and Awards==

== Biography==

I'm Zatara!

Gimme some leather and I’ll make you somethin’ nifty!

--work in progress--

File:Zatara.jpg

2013-02-09T02:16:15Z

Daphne:

The Nautilus

2013-02-09T02:11:10Z

Daphne:

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (13)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Three Dog]] - Last Rank [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

Lady Warbrooke

2013-02-09T00:55:00Z

Daphne:

[[Image:LadyWarbrooke2.jpg|frame|left|Lady Warbrooke]]
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|'''Name:'''
|'''Lady Warbrooke""
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|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
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|'''Rank:'''
|[[Quartermaster]]
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==Noted Favors and Awards==

2012 Favor for outstanding service from [[Captain]] [[Daphne TartNsweet]]

== Biography ==

My name is [[Lady Warbrooke]]. I am happily aboard [[The Nautilus]]. I sail with my friends and family and we have our sights on the horizon.

The Nautilus

2013-01-16T04:12:45Z

Daphne:

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black

==Current Roster - (13)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2013-01-16T04:09:52Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - (13) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (13)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

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Daphne: /* Current Roster - (13) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (13)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
'''Regular Officers'''

[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''
[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew''' 
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

TK

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Daphne: /* Current Roster - (14) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (14)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[TK]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

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'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Kate

2012-09-10T21:13:59Z

Daphne:

The Kate

2012-09-10T21:13:28Z

Daphne:

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==Noted Favors and Awards==

== Biography ==
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2012-09-10T21:12:42Z

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==Noted Favors and Awards==

== Biography ==
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The Nautilus

2012-09-10T21:03:49Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - (14) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (14)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Bosun]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-09-06T22:05:37Z

Daphne: /* Nautilus/Rising Alumni */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (14)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew''' 
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-09-06T22:05:09Z

Daphne: /* Nautilus/Rising Alumni */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (14)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew'''
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.'' 
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-09-06T22:02:17Z

Daphne: /* Nautilus/Rising Alumni */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (14)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew'''

[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-09-06T22:00:11Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - (16) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (14)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''

[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew'''

[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-09-06T21:56:43Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - (16) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (16)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]]
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Zatara]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Navigator]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''

[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew'''

[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-08-03T19:35:41Z

Daphne: /* Nautilus/Rising Alumni */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (17)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Lorrance Ohm]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Zatara]] - [[Master Artisan]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - [[Scribe]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Cook]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[Port Liaison]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''

[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew'''

[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]] Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.'' 
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
'' Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] Ship Service: Aug 2010-May2012'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

The Nautilus

2012-08-03T19:26:54Z

Daphne: /* Current Roster - (17) */

[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]
'''Duties''' -

'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia

'''Ship Toast''' - 
Here's to King Neptune, 
    Ruler of the Sea. 
To the Nautilus and Her crew, 
    I drink to thee.

'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Sand (Bronze, Steel and Black)

==Current Roster - (17)==

'''Ship's Head'''

[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.'' 
[[Lorrance Ohm]] - [[Quartermaster]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since June 2004. Ship Service: June 2004.'' 

'''Regular Officers'''

[[Zatara]] - [[Master Artisan]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Pirotess]] - [[Scribe]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009.'' 
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 

'''Senior Crew'''

[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.'' 
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 

'''Regular Crew'''

[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.'' 
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.'' 
[[Gogh]] - [[Deckhand]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2010]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[Three Dog]] - [[Mate of the Watch]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.'' 
[[The Kate]] - [[Crew]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2011. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Cook]] [[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2011]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.'' 
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.'' 
[[Yeyo]] - [[Port Liaison]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.'' 

--------------------------------

'''Honorary Crew'''

[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]] 
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]] 
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]] 
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]] 

==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==

'''Retired Crew'''

[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.'' 
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.'' 

'''Former Crew'''

[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew 
'' Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.'' 
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]] Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012'' 
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] Ship Service: Aug 2010-May2012'' 
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]] Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012'' 
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.'' 
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.'' 
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.'' 
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.'' 
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.'' 
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.'' 
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.'' 
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]] 
    ''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]] 
    ''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]] 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.'' 
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.'' 
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ?? 
    ''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.'' 
 

==Ship Awards==

'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''

- 1st Place Captain's Challenge 
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint 
- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 4th Place People's Choice 

'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling 
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War 
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 4th Place Best Chili 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 3rd Place Overall 

'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''

- 1st Place Dodgeball 
- 2nd Place Keg Toss 
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob 

'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 

'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 EOFP'''

- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007) 
   ''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''

'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss 
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race 
- 1st Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 2nd Place Best Presentation 
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored 
- 2nd Place People's Choice 

'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Charades 
- 4th Place Overall 

'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''

- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored 

'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''

- 1st Place Treasure Hunt 
- 2nd Place Overall 

'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''

- 1st Place Arm Wrestling 
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss 
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss 
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War 
- 2nd Place Overall 

==Ship Story==

We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.

Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.

Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.

It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.

Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.

We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.

Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.

At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.

We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.

As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.

All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.

Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.

I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.

Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.

For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.

Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.

As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.

The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.

'''''COME!'''''

It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.

Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.

'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''

The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:

'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''

The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.

'''''VERY WELL.'''''

The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.

'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''

The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.

A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.

'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''

With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.

'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''

With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:

: '''''Nautilus'''''

==Ship Song==

'''The Nautilus''' 
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick'' 
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner'' 

:Summoned here by Neptune's might
:To hear our pleas about our plight
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power
:So our foes we may devour

:Here is to King Neptune
:Ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:I raise my glass to thee

:For I am her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:And 'tis I who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails

:As one we stand, as one we rage
:For battle now, we set the stage
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power
:If you cross us, count your hours

:Look alive! Captain on deck!
:Shoulders back! Show respect!
:We are her rudder,
:Her rigging and her sails
:and 'tis us who will ensure
:The Nautilus never fails
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails

:Here is to King Neptune
:And to Captain Ohm
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:This ship, she is our home

:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea
:To the Nautilus and her crew
:To the power of the three
:I raise my glass to thee

Sheerluck

2012-07-03T17:58:49Z

Daphne:

[[Image:Ben.jpg|frame|left|Sheerluck]]
{| style="height:200px" border="0"
|-
|'''Name:'''
|'''Sheerluck'''
|-
|'''Location:'''
|[[The Nautilus]]
|-
|'''Rank:'''
|[[Gunner]]
|}

{| border="0"
|+ '''Guilds'''
|-
|
|
|}

==Noted Favors and Awards==

== Biography==

I'm Ben!

What can I do for you?

--work in progress--

File:Ben.jpg

2012-07-03T17:57:14Z

Daphne: