#fenixtj

Calder finds that sailing on the Pacific is different from the Atlantic, as he takes The Countess for her maiden voyage. At least, her maiden voyage with himself at the helm.

The waters are warmer, several degrees at least, and even the color is different - warm blue shades where I expected cool greens. More gentle waves - at least, when it's calm like this, not as rough and choppy at the bay. Then again, gentle waters are deceptive.

He turns the bow toward the open Ocean and raises the sail, to see if there is a breeze to catch.

A breeze seems to hear him, and answers, starting light at first

He turns into the breeze, welcoming it, letting it blow through his hair and across his salt-dampened skin, then tacks the sail into the breeze. "Let's see what you can do, lady." He smiles at the ship/

And the Countess rises to the challenge, catching the breeze just so in her sail and gaining speed as she makes her way further from the shore. The sea is lovely, and yet different.

And not empty, a selkie knows that the ocean's surface is but the smallest part of the immensity. No predators that he sees yet, no dangers. But the whole feeling is something akin to after a storm

He leans over the edge to skim his hand through the water, and tests out the capabilities of his - that is, the Baron's - ship. He is thorough, checking her fore to aft, looking for any flaw, crack, or need for repair that may affect seaworthiness.

He finds none, this ship was well loved and tended. He does feel something that wasn't there before. Where there was a name removed, smooothed down, new words have formed. Countess

The water itself, hitting his webbed fingers, he can ken through the surface of it

(Perception plus kenning.. or wing it)

/roll 6

As he moves on, he senses.. wait... below him, there is something flickering with glamour... it is dwindlilng though, going weaker

He quickly drops the sail and pulls the ship to make a lazy circle around, bleeding off the momentum while staying in that same spot, roughly. Stripping off his clothes, but for a sleek belt of sealskin around his midsection, he makes a quick dive into the water, changing form as he goes.

What he finds is hardly worth his trouble, four nevers clinging to a toilet seat ripped from whatever porcelin throne it was attached to

They are nearly drowned, for they do not breath under water

Oh, oh. That is not right. A quick thought, and he banks, swimming around them in a circle as he flips his tail to work a bunk. Eldritch Prime, to summon a bubble of air...

BLOOP and suddenly four Nevers and a toilet seat are rising up in confusion, couging and looks about Choke Chime?

It's tricky, he has to swim around in quick circles to form a bit of a whirlpool to keep the bubble from breaking up - the Nevers will need to work to save themselves as well by kicking upward to remain in the small pocket as it rises towards the surface.

He sticks his nose into the bubble, exhaling to add his own breath to stabilize it, and nudges any stragglers.

Up, up, he flips his tail to push them along!

They do straggle, one Never is chiming "CLEAR' and miming shock paddles on another who dramaticly spasms rather than both of them going up, Calders' tail however breaks that little ER drama up and gets them going on up

He isn't sure why they cling to the sea trash, but he nudges the bit of porcelain up with them as well, until they break the surface! Calder loosens his belt and actually pops his head through the middle of the seat so it's around his neck like the strangest of wreaths.

"Hang onto that, little ones."

If lost return to Firnost is written on the toilet seat ring's underside

And they do...

They begin chiming, now that they've hit air, the tune to Gilligan's Island

Long arms make quick strokes to get back to the Countess, pulling himself aboard with no care as to his nudity, though he DOES take the seat off his neck once he's on deck. "What were you doing down there?" He asks the Nevers, half rhetorically.

He sets them on perches on the mast, if allowed, where the breeze will help dry out their wings.

Many chimes in answer which frankly make less sense than minions from a Gru Movie

"Okay, okay." He shakes his head, amused, as he loosens the smaller sail for a slower, more casual pace. "Are you planning to turn into sea-pixies, or would you like a lift back to land?"

They have a vote!

He watches them confer, amused.

One plunges into the water, gaining gills and wings turning to fins. THe other three look at him expectantly and look towards land

His jaw drops.

"I... but... you..." Blink, blink, then he turns his eyes to the sky for a moment. "More things in heaven and earth, Horatio..." And he turns the ship back towards land!

From below, a chime like PING... instead of the regular chime responds

"...Sonar?" He grins. "Watch out for Dolphins, small one. Most are friendly, and playful - they have dreams much as landdwellers do - but they might also give you a nibble, just to check."

The Countess makes its way towards land smooth and easy, Calder navigating the breeze with expertise

He considers as he nears the Shore - he's met the Baron, but did he have an heir, or rather any childlings that he saw around?

Childlings are being discouraged from the shore, save selkie ones and then only briefly. HOwever... if he looks about beyond the patrols...

"The Baron of these lands is a bit of a stern fellow, and his hospitality is being strained even so." He advises the three Nevers, even as he wonders how much they might understand. "But I'll see if I can find some young ones who might welcome new friends, give you a bit of an "in". I know what it feels like to be stranger in a strange land."

He anchors his boat at the dock, remembers to put back on his outfit, though it is now damp and salt stained - he doesn't mind - and heads inland across the sand with three little 'fairies' in tow.

He does end up finding a group of childlings further in on the beach, almost defiantly going to the edge of no further, and building sandcastles

A grin to the Nevers, and he strides over. "Pardon me - do you have room for a few more friends in your building crew?"

He may seem a bit unusual, after all, he has a toilet seat tucked under one arm - but then again, what really is weird to the Fae?

The three nevers swoop down and settle on the castle

the kids clap and cheer!

He looks at the seat again, and chuckles - Firnost, eh? The sea and wind looks like it has stripped it clean, so he sticks it into the sand. "If you feel like making a throne for the Sea King, here is a gilded seat."

The kids, being kids, take it "Thanks, sir!"

"Yes, thank you" Says another selkie girl

He admires their sand castle for a few moments longer, then returns to head in. Even amongst fae, he knows that it's best for an unknown adult to not take too much interest in kids who don't know him well. Safety comes first.

Though he does advise them, "If you have any trouble on the beach here, look for me. My name is Calder, and I work for the Baron."