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Dear Sir, You are hereby directed to attend upon His Majesty's representative Commandant Louis Millet this Sunday at ten after eleven.... With the letter stowed in his coat, Captain Anthony Genaro walked along the all too familiar quay. Being beached for the past months made his mood progressively gloomier, with nothing to do but collect his half-pay and watch more fortunate captains depart for lands unknown. But today Genaro bore no trace of the man who had been ashore the past few months, for (short of a court-martial) this letter could mean only one thing; Genaro had been assigned a ship. The thought of a ship, and the full-pay that accompanied a command, made Genaro a new man. And as he walked along the quay, he couldn't help but glancing over his shoulder at the vast expanse of ocean just beyond the harbor. The Waterfront by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr An overview The Waterfront by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr A priest of Poseidon sells idols and blessings to sailors The Waterfront by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr A fisherman arrives with his morning catch The Waterfront by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr A sacrilegious thief (far right) knocks over some crates of exotic animals in his attempt to escape. The Waterfront by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr An officer says goodbye to his beloved while his bargemen load his sea-chest onto the captain's "barge." The Waterfront by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr More pictures are available on my Flickr, and, as always, comments and criticism are welcome.
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After a timely message saved him from falling prey to a land shark, Captain Anthony Genaro found himself in the best circumstance he could ever have hoped for. A brief stop at the Port Admiral's office resulted in Genaro receiving a letter that stated, among other things, that he was "to be appointed as Captain of His Most Righteous Majesty's Ship, the Pride of Poseidon" and to make all haste in preparing her for sea. Seeing as several other ships had recently been paid off, Genaro fairly had his pick of seamen, and before long, he had filled all the watches with barley a landsman between them. Though one of the smaller ships in the Oleander fleet, she is well armed. Six eight-pounders along her sides, along with two swivel guns in the bows, marines, and a well-trained crew make the Pride of Poseidon a match for almost any foe foolish enough to challenge Oleon Overview Pride of Poseidon by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Pride of Poseidon by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Fully manned Pride of Poseidon by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Pride of Poseidon by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr A last shot showing how I used hinge bricks to get the hull's slope. Pride of Poseidon by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My main goal was to create as historically accurate a sloop as possible, and I'm fairly pleased with the results. It was definitely a learning process for me, and I'm sure that my next vessel will come out even better. And advice as to how I can improve the rigging (except ratlines, which I intentionally left out) is appreciated. Comments and criticism are welcome.
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Sharks can be just as dangerous by land as by sea, and, despite his luck at sea, Captain Anthony Genaro found himself in the company of one of the most vicious of all the land sharks. Promises of precious metals by the ton, possibly even gold, just sitting under their feet waiting to be unearthed had already convinced Genaro's friend, Captain Amadeus Leon, to invest a colossal sum into the project, and Genaro was seemingly about to fall prey as well. He may be able to smoke false colors almost instantly and without doubt he could tell when a ship was spilling its wind, but seemingly any landsman who used terms such as "annual yield" and "rate of return" could make a fool out of Genaro. And despite his prize agent's best fiscal advice, Genaro was willing to cancel his previous investment in a merchantman and put it all into the mining venture. Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Just as the land shark was about to hand Genaro a pen and some papers to sign (nothing major, just power of attorney, access to financial resources, etc.), a commotion got Geanro's attention. A wagon hauling barrels to the site blocked a messenger's horse, forcing the boy to dismount and walk the rest of the way. "Captain Anthony Genaro, sir," said the boy, wearing the uniform of the local guard. He held out a letter to Captain Genaro, simply stating that it was of the utmost importance that he read it directly. Very well, said Genaro and a brief glance showed that it was from the Port-Admiral. Terribly sorry for the delay, it said. Some clerk had bungled the whole affair as the Little Hermes was merely a temporary post until her true captain could report aboard. Genaro was to have a new sloop, the Pride of Poseidon directly and he must return with the messenger at once. "I have another horse waiting, sir, and may I be the first to congratulate you" said the messenger as soon as Genaro had finished reading. Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Why, give you joy, old friend," cried Amadeus upon hearing the news. "Of course you must be off, no question about it. Besides the metal isn't going anywhere and you mustn't keep the admiral waiting." Through a forced smile, the land shark completely agreed with Amadeus and declared that Genaro must be off "but might he consider simply putting his name to these documents first, wouldn't take more than a moment." "Oh, no, no," cried Genaro "it would never do, and it would be most ungrateful of me to delay the admiral by a second. No, there is no great harm if the mine is delayed a few days." And Genaro followed the messenger back to the horses, smiling for Fortuna truly had blessed him today. Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr __________________________________________________________________ As always, comments and criticism are welcome.
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Most foreigners think of Oleon's temples as dark, mysterious places built for solemn ceremonies and ancient rituals. Nothing could be further from the truth. Almost every joyous occasion in an Oleander's life, from birth to coming of age and marriage is celebrated within these sacred halls. Even minor successes, such as a recovery from illness or safe arrival following a long voyage brings Oleanders to temples, which makes the temples more than just a place of worship. They are a focal point in many cities, places where friends and acquaintances meet, either by appointment or chance. As such, Captain Anthony Genaro was not overly surprised when, while walking through the courtyard of Breshaun's main temple, he heard a voice cry out "Captain, Captain Genaro!" Turning, Genaro saw what most landsmen would call a landshark, a fellow who preys on the ignorant sailor, but to Genaro he was simply Mister Harold Kimber, a bright entrepreneur with a mining method that could extract silver seemingly out of thin air. "Give you joy on a successful voyage" exclaimed Harold Kimber, "and give you even greater joy on your mine." "Thank you Mr. Kimber," replied Genaro "but what is this about the mine? I thought I departed without signing all the necessary papers?" Kimber looked startled "did you not get my message, no, of course not, the hurricane must have blown the mail ships off course. No, well, what I wrote in the letter is that your friend, Captain Leon, put up your portion of the investment. He was thoroughly convinced that you'll pay him back, and when he heard the we struck silver, he insisted that we not forget you." At this, Genaro gave a hearty laugh and silently reminded himself to buy a good brandy, Leon's favorite drink. After a moment of silent reflection on his new found luck, Genaro turned to Kimber and asked "and how much have you extracted so far?" At this, Kimber became uneasy. "All the equipment, the tunnels, and the buildings are in place, but we can't actually sell the ore just yet. You see, we've had some trouble obtaining a license, someone in the administration is convinced I'm a thieving rake, a landshark even, while Captain Leon would hardly do, given the incident between him and the assistant governor in Breshaun." Of course, thought Genaro to himself, smiling as he remembered the event. "But we were hoping a man of your influence could succeed in getting the license in no time." "Certainly," cried Genaro "there isn't a moment to loose, I'll go to the offices directly and demand the license, after all, we have paid for it, and I'll be darned if some blasted civilian, some administrator is going to stand between me and my fortune!" Overview At the Temple by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Captain Genaro conversing with Harold Kimber as several temple priests walk in front of them. At the Temple by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Several gentlemen discuss important matters while a gardener and two sailors can be seen in the background. At the Temple by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Clearly this young lad has more pressing matters to attend to. At the Temple by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I do apologize for the poor quality of the overview photo. I was in a rush and did not notice how poorly it turned out until I was uploading it. As always, comments and criticism are welcome .
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"Whoa, steady girl," said Captain Anthony Genaro as he navigated his horse around workmen doing their part to ensure an uninterrupted flow of ore reached the surface and ultimately the smelters in Breshaun. Taking the utmost care not to disrupt anything, Genaro lead his horse towards Harold Kimber, whose black suit made him easily identifiable among a sea of workmen. As Genaro approached, Mr. Kimber turned around and cried out a traditional Oleander greeting. "Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades be with you Captain. I trust you had no difficulty in finding this place." "And may the gods stand by you, Mr. Kimber" replied Genaro. "And I'm not sure how anyone could possibly get lost. I must have passed five different carts hauling ore into town, not to mention the ruts in the road must be five inches deep from all the traffic." Genaro paused for a moment to dismount and managed to get his sword stuck in the stirrups in the process. After a few oaths and some assistance from Mr. Kimber, Genaro continued. "I've never been so pleased in my life, well, never so pleased by land, that is." "You're too kind," replied Mr. Kimber with a small bow. "And I'm sure you'll continue to be pleased once I show you last month's records. Come, they're in the stone structure behind you." Mr. Kimber continued to talk about the operations as they walked, mentioning "pumps constantly jammed with rock" and "veins that go on for miles," and though Genaro smiled and nodded at appropriate times, he was barely paying attention. But who could blame him? After all, his risky investment had paid off, he was just beginning to learn of the extent of his new wealth, and in a few months time, he would have enough doubloons to invest in new ventures. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As always, comments and criticism are welcome . More photos are available on my Flickr. Overview Captain Genaro and the honorable Mr. Kimber Workmen extracting ore from a valuable vein. Workmen fill barrels with ore and rock to be transported to the surface.
