1875-06-29: Coning's Fleet Reborn
Coning's Fleet Reborn
Summary: Thanks to an investment in ships from Four Corners and the hard work of the Coning shipyards the Coning Fleet is repaired to full strength
Date: 1875-06-29
Related: Rebuilding the Redsails stuff.
NPCs: NPC names, if relevant
Players:
Dertan  Rowena  

There is something to be said for merchantile power and the wealth that flows from it. Even Dertan, as familiar as any with the Households accounts, was sometimes surprised by just how far the power of money could spread. He glanced again at the crest in the great hall to take in the motto beneath the otherwise simple crest, a momentary touch of a smile on his so often dour features, before stepping out into the relative chaos of the festival given to the towns people for the many sacrifices made in making this happen.

Ships from Four Corners have trickled into the port steadily over the last few days, purchased from the shipyards up in that great city, filling the quota of vessels that Coning did not have the yards to produce all at once.

But today the last piece of the Coning fleet, a beautiful (at least by Galenthian standards) Gargent that is to carry the name Albatross, is to be launched.

Naval crews, partly experience, partly new, are bouyant with the news that their long unemployment is finally over and most of them cheer at the announcement that Lady Rowena Sokar will be replacing their own, dear departed, admiral. Although some, mostly those who had hopes of calling that title their own, grumble and cry favoritism.

A grand party is set up with mulberry wine, gaily coloured tableclothes, and musicians aplenty. Then at the crowning moment Lady Renata Sokar, mother to the current Baron, grants the vessel both good luck and its name, before the blocks are hammered out and the great vessel sinks into the water for its first time.


There were few events so joyous for those who plied the seas as the the launching of a new vessel. And Conings' docks had been filled with them, the people of the barony working through late winter into spring and early summer to rebuild what they had lost in the wake of the partharian siege. Not least of all those losses was the loss of their admiral. Many had wondered what would become of the fleet without its rudder.

Those who knew the Baron, which was not so many as had come to know him since he had risen in short order from heir to Baron, they might have have told those who did not that there was no need to worry. he would find an able steersman for the fleet. And so he had.

Rowena looked out from the small pavilion where she was weighting, glancing down at the new gambeson she had only just put on for the first time that morning. It was dark in hew, a deeper purple than she was accustomed to, with embroidered details in rich green. No sign of the black dragon of Sokar could be seen, and there was some small part of her that was glad of it. Perhaps she had finally shed the shadow of that august soul at last. Not entirely, of course, for the shipyards would soon turn their attention to helping to rebuild that self-same fleet she had left for this one. The Red Sails were not yet what they once were, but they would be. In time.

Rowena made her way down towards the celebration, for there was, today, at least, much to celebrate.

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