(1310-10-06) Sea Shanty Verse-Off
Summary: A few sailors encourage some noblemen to join in singing a few sea shanties. *Trigger Note: Satirical material on this log may strike some as vulgar, offensive, or inflammatory. Please do not read if you are easily offended by these topics.
RL Date: Sat Oct 06,2018
Related: None
gregoire symon dior narcisse 

Leaping Fish Inn - Market Promenade

The Main Room of the Leaping Fish is tidy and well-kept - and warmed by a fire in the hearth to one side on colder days and evenings. An old tapestry depicting a pair of two leaping fish is adorning the opposite wall - a reference to both the ruling House of Mereliot and the name of the inn. The common room has five tables of sturdy oak with chairs and benches, between which two serving maids move to take orders or bring food and beverages. The air is filled with tasty smells of freshly cooked meals, and murmurs of conversation - and occasionally even melodies rippling through the room, when a lute player is around to provide entertainment. The fare is of good quality that even would not disappoint noble tastes.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a fall evening. The weather is warm and overcast.

The weather is overtly warm for a fall evening, with a hint of rain in the air but relief is staying out of sight. Many are seeking to stay indoors to catch the given breeze through a window. A Camlach lord sits there looking a bit hot, half unbuttoning his doublet to get some air on his skin. He has a glass of cool ale to keep him company.

A few sailors sit there laughing and joking about sea shanties. This causes the nobleman to perk up and see what is being said, "Sea shanty you say?" The old cogger tips his hat and nods, "Yes, a song of sorts sir. One to pass the time when a sailor works. We sit there and trade verses to keep each other on our toes." Gregoire gets a bit more interested since it's clear by his expression he's very curious to hear about this new way of singing, "Please go on…" The cogger opens his mouth and starts singing a sea shanty:

"There once was a sailor who loved the sea
Alas not his wife, so sorry he
Would have not a companion to take abroad
So his nightly bed was cold and hard."

The old man points to the others of the crowd, "Now in a shanty, another takes a verse…so sing my friends and tell this poor sailor's tale."

A bit of shade, refreshment, and company is always attractive to an affable young man, particularly one with going to spend at a place like this. Symon appears today without his autumn cloak as it is too warm for such accouterments, but his doublet is tidily styled. He slips in and makes an order for a cup of wine so he can settle in and start the people-watching.

<FS3> Dior rolls Singing: Good Success. (3 4 5 5 8 5 6 2 8 4 7 3 5)

Dior is sitting at a table and had been entertaining what appeared to be a noblewoman. When the singing starts the lady excused herself however, leaving the crimson haired youth alone. The young male in in white tunic and black trousers and boots looks rather charming. He cants his head at the singing and when it is declared that someone from the crowd she continue he grins broadly and leaps to his feet singing in what is meant to be a playful and up beat tone of voice. His voice is soft, sweet sounding despite the impish nature of the words he sings.

"So when the sailor went ashore he did stray
He brought a lady back to his bed one day
But so drunk was he that night it was quite sad
That he could not tell the lady was a lad."

Narcisse is escorting the Lady Emeraude to this place, which might seem like a weird location for a proper date to say the least, but they might have their reasons for it, as he murmurs to her "Well, this is the closest one could get to a real sailor's life impression in this city from what I heard so let's check it out…" as they make their way through the door. And as if he is able to adapt he at least wears a little more modest outfit this time with less jewelry than a proper noblewoman, but still some silken clothes of navy colour to go along with it. As he hears something about a sea shanty about to start off, there's something sparkling in his eyes and he gets a bit excited "Seems like we just entered at the right moment." Before taking her hand and leading her to one of the free tables.

<FS3> Gregoire rolls Singing: Good Success. (5 6 2 8 1 7)

Gregoire gives a deep laugh as Dior describes the next verse in the tale, speaking of how the sailor picked up the wrong gender on his night on the docks. He then lets his voice join the fray, adding a verse to the song:

He drunkenly pulled at the ties,
Lifting the shirt and saw nothing array
'I like my ladies with a bit more pillows.'
'But beggers my friend can't be choosers.'

Symon looks positively delighted to realize that he finds himself in the midst of a real extemporaneous sea-shanty composition. He occupies a stool, but leans forward with great interest and a broad smile.

<FS3> Dior rolls Singing: Great Success. (2 8 1 6 7 1 8 2 8 2 1 1 2)

Dior grins at Gregoire's next verse tapping his foot along to the beat of the song before singing out a new verse of his own with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Looking down the sailor was so confused
But the lad was mearly amused
Do you even know where to put it, he said quite crass
And soon that snarky lad screamed ow my ass!"

Symon watches curiously over the brim of his cup, then stands to say something to the innkeeper, who turns and sends a boy off to fetch something.

<FS3> Gregoire rolls Singing: Failure. (3 6 2 1 4 1)

Gregoire gives a deep chuckle, taking a sip of his ale, giving a salute to Dior for his next verse in the song. It's clear that this man isn't as skilled as Dior with the song but he is giving it his best try. He licks his lips and then adds a verse which is totally off-key:

"At the lad's scream, the sailor jumped back,
'Gods my dear you're drier than my gunny sack.'
As the lad shouts with annoyance at the man, 'Find some oil.'
The sailor grumbles and stumbles to search but…"

And it's clear that Gregoire is leaving it to the next singer to figure out what the man finds instead of lotion.

The innkeeper's lad comes back to Symon with a sheet of paper, quill and ink. Symon drinks deep of his wine and puts pen to paper, still watching the singing with fascination.

The old cogger laughs and adds to the song, adding his singing voice to the verse-off with a twist to the tale,

"Instead he falls, hitting his head on the drawer
He remembers a flash of light, thinking it was his time
Instead it's a candle checking his eyes.
'Damn man, why you be wearing a doxy's dress?' the sailor is asked."

Symon finishes writing and blows on the ink, then sets his wine cup down and approaches a nearby table of sailors. "W…which of you can read and has a b-bold singing voice?" he inquires, quietly enough not to interrupt any of the singing. The sailors don't look particularly interested in responding until he quietly lays a coin on the table. Then one reaches for the paper. Symon gives it over. "Give it a look and a tune and w…when they've finished this song, you'll give them the next. Another coin for an especially good p-p-performance." He grins and retreats to his stool and cup of wine.

<FS3> Dior rolls Singing: Amazing Success. (3 7 8 1 7 3 6 3 8 1 7 6 7)

A bright sounding laugh is given from Dior as he joins in with another verse now. His voice carries through the room, its cheerful melody meant to uplift the spirits of those who hear it as the lyrics aim to amuse.

"The sailor blinked a few times trying to recall
What happened last night but he can find nothing at all
He had lost his money and the lad made off with his breeches
It remains to be seen what this teaches…"

Gregoire gives a deep laugh as Dior brings the song to a close, the poor sailor having lost his coin and clothes after picking up the wrong doxy. He gives a motion to the server and lets them know that Dior's next drink is on him, "That's a good one. A good way to finish up that shanty." He looks to the cogger who gives a toothless grin and nods in agreement, "Aye lad, you've got a way with words." And then looks around at the others, "Who wants to start the next song?"

Symon claps at Dior's conclusion to the verse. "B…bravo," he calls. He raises a hand when the next is called for, and stands, smiling at the crowd. "For reasons you m…may guess, I cannot v…v…volunteer to sing my own, b-but I've hired a p-proxy if you w…will all p-permit. W…what do you all say? I've taken the liberty of writing one that stands alone b-but…if anyone w…wishes to add, you are w-welcome to do so." The hired sailor stands up and clears his throat. He's older, a local ship's quartermaster. Some of his shipmates cheer or jeer at him as he gets up and he tells one of them to shut it.

Dior bows his head smiling brightly. "Thank you. Good to know my vocal talents are appreciated." He accepts the drink the server brings him with a dazzling smile before taking a long sip to wet his throat. Symon draws a curious glance as he mentions having wrote something. The crimson haired adept listens curiously with an eager shine to his eyes.

Gregoire claps for the quartermaster that stands up, "It's all good." He tips his head to Symon, "I don't mind if you use a proxy for your voice." He motions to himself, "I'm sure sure he'll do a better job than myself." He sits back and waits to hear what the young man has come up with.

Symon occupies his stool once more and dips back into his cup of wine as the quartermaster takes over. The bearded salt has a voice that is gravelly, but more or less in tune.

"If you've never seen a geoduck
It's quite a sight to see
It lives down in the briny muck
And reminds the folks of me
When the geoduck's a-resting,
He doesn't much impose,
But handle him with the proper knack,
You'll see he grows and grows!

Now come along and try your luck
Awakening the geoduck
A bonny lass or a strapping buck
Can take their turn with the geoduck.

Along the shore a pretty maid
Came plucking cockles round
And then she spied the geoduck
A-lying on the ground
She'd never-ever touched one
But her fancy ran amok
She knelt right down on the shore of the sound
To learn the ways of the geoduck

Now come along and try your luck

Awakening the geoduck,
A wizened hag or a sage eunuch
Can both enjoy the geoduck.

One day there was a sailor
Fishing close to shore
Pulled in a wonder on his line
He'd never seen before
The longer that he looked at it,
He found himself dumbstruck
Neither I nor she nor they nor he
Could resist the geoduck!

Now come along and try your luck
Awakening the geoduck
And see if your senses come unstuck
When you wrestle with the geoduck.

Gregoire clearly has no idea what a geoduck is but appreciates the sentiment behind the song. He gives a clap to both Symon and the quartermaster who sings it in his proxy. He takes a drink and then also buys Symon a drink in appreciation of his contribution. He gives a look around and has to ask, "Anyone else have any other songs they'd like to share?"

Symon seems quite satisfied with the sailor's performance, and pays him the promised amount plus a small amount more. The quartermaster is glad enough to turn that into more drink for the rest of his table. Symon claps encouragingly for whoever might be brave enough to sing next.

Sadly there doesn't seem to be any takers for another song. The sailors go back to their conversations as Gregoire makes his way to Symon's table and makes a motion to see if he'd like company, "Ahh, I guess these songs have outplayed their time." He gives a bow to the man, "It was a very funny song…the one you wrote. I enjoyed it."

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