(Moon 13, Afternoon, Foredeck) Watchful {Crab Clan}

[Isawa O-Washi]

This was watched with quiet approval and then the gunso turned his gaze to the samurai. "Right, then, no sense making a production out of it. Get on up, you lot, and try not to knock each other off in the shuffle for space."

[Hida Musasha]

Musasha sprang up the ropes, getting to the top just as his speed started to run out. His attention to the rails distracting him a bit, causing him to move much slower than normal.

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko climbed shortly after the Hida, only being slightly hampered by her armor. She, as usual, showed a certain penchant for climbing ropes and things of that nature.

[Hida Sayuri]

Sayuri grins and considers making another race of it, but decides that's likely not appropriate for training.

She scampers into the rigging with a casual ease and technique that's perhaps a bit lax on things like safety. Perhaps the confidence is warranted, as she reaches the wee platform without mishap and scoots a bit out onto the spar. She takes advantage of the height to scan the fog and sky.

[Isawa O-Washi]

He'd expected the hardy Crab to have no trouble and O-washi followed the last of them up himself, taking the spar opposite of Amaya's position.

"Good job on getting up here. It's nice to not have to lower the rope for anyone, fine start to a day. Now that we're here, take a look at the other ships and tell me what you see."

{{Investogation/PER, raises matter}

[Hida Musasha]

Musasha looks about to see what he can see.

[Amaya]

She frowned, her eyes focusing on the nearest of the vessels. The last lingering bits of fog obscured some elements. However, the problem was that, as she attempted to see something, there was too much out there in the first place. What did he want to know? She was accustomed to looking for fish, checking her own ship, watching for shoals. Did he want to know about the number of samurai, or the position of the sails, the colors they were wearing, how the waves rushed up...

It was all too much.

She scrunched her face up. "I... am unsure. A boat... water...," she murmured half to herself, not wanting to speak over any of the others with more competent skill on this element.

[Hida Musasha]

Musasha squints a bit, "We're holding tight formation. Th' water we're in looks diff'rnt than th' water we're avoidin', less dangerous, somehow."

[Hida Sayuri]

Sayuri, like most Crab, prefers an obvious target for fairly obvious reasons.

"Hrm...a lot of water really." She shrugs apologetically, wrapping a hand around one of the safety ropes and leaning a bit, as if the extra four inches might just bring the ships into better focus.

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko looked out, trying to make something out of all this. "There is... a lot of water."

[Isawa O-Washi]

"Figures the best lot of climbers can't see past tetsubo range." O-washi rolled his eyes but flashed the barest hint of a smile. "Well, scouts or not you're going to have to learn the pipe calls. Ram, you've served on a battleship...they teach you those?"

[Hida Musasha]

He nods, "They did, -sensei. They are a bit tricky, but I know 'em well."

[Isawa O-Washi]

The whistle was passed over. "Good. Demonstrate for the ladies, then. We'll see if yours match ours."

With that, O-washi asked for a few calls based on a handful of common situation, explaining each component as they went along.

{{Sailing/INT TN 10 for the piping}}

[Amaya]

Apparently, however, while they might not have trained her what to pay attention to on a warship in terms of proper scouting, they taught her every single one of the whistle calls under the sun. for as gravelly as she was when speaking, the girl certainly didn't have any trouble handling message carrying across the ship. The irony, oh the bittersweet irony. Still, it was good to make sure she picked up the ones that were being used here, in case there regional variations.

Who knew how these Imperials did things, and if they were different from the Crane, or if the Crane simply did the exact same thing the imperial families did. Huh. Well, I guess they did. Imagine that. A Crane acting like an Imperial aide. Who would have ever thought of that?

[Hida Musasha]

Musasha blows the whistle, like he said, it was a little tricky. A couple times he had to think a moment about the timing, but he's right.

[Isawa O-Washi]

Clearly pleased, O-washi had Musasha demonstrate every call twice before taking the instrument back. "Any questions before we get to the last portion of the lesson?"

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko just shook her head, still reluctant to speak too much this close to Fu Leng's realm.

[Hida Musasha]

"No sensei." Musasha looked out to where he knew his Clan was standing watch, the Carpenter Wall was that direction. Was it under siege at this very moment? He breaks his own reverie and wards his thoughts away with a hand gesture.

[Isawa O-Washi]

"Last thing to cover is how to get off of this nest in a hurry. You know how it goes in a battle...you're sittin' pretty and then some fucker decides to pick off your key points...signal towers are usually the first to go. Same thing with ships."

One large hand left the spar and made a circular gesture, indicating the general area. "How'd you go about getting off of her before you got blown to bits if the need arose?"

[Amaya]

"If'n we weren't here right now," she said, making a vague motion towards the sea of shadows from her perch. "Long's we weren't in the middle of heavy sailin one way'r another I'd jump straight off the edge an head for th'water. Good stiff dive from the far end of th'sail works long as the timber holds."

She seemed to be relatively unaware of exactly how insane that idea actually sounded.