Haven't found anything special about the bitts yet.
a pair of iron bitts This contiguous piece of dark iron is designed to bolt securely to the deck of any vessel, to support the two posts that protrude from the hefty mounting. To better make fast mooring lines, hawsers, or cables, the bitts lean slightly away from each other and mushroom at the top, creating a cap that prevents any rope wound about the two from slipping off the top. Carefully crafted to ensure no chafing of line occurs, the smooth protuberances are lightly shaped to best accomodate a figure of eight wind between the pair.
Edit: Hrm, looking at this now, I feel like they misspelled accommodate there, will bug it when I log in again.
Also, my bitts is already covered in bird poop (Teehee)
An indignant squawk notifies you of the presence of a seagull landing on a pair of iron bitts; the perching bird leaves his signature behind before taking wing with another piercing cry.
Decorative brasswork lends a whimsical aspect to this smart ship's lantern.
Constructed of heavy gauge solid copper with glass panels and heavy brass trim, this smart lantern is weighted for hanging stability and reliable service in even the roughest of seas. Behind a latch-secured door reside the oil well and, protected within the yellowed chimney, a blackened wick awaits a flame. Embellishing, but also serving the fixture by adding strength, a cage of fine tentacles reaches upwards to cradle the glass. The lamp's base from whence the tendrils stretch is polished to a glossy shine, and is smoothly rounded; a pair of piggy eyes etched into its surface hint at the nature of the decorative beast.
It just does what you'd expect a lantern to do... illuminates at night time, not visible during the day.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Rant: The kittens, if killed, do not return. I didn't kill one, I just asked the Garden. Sucks since the birds from the birdcage trades were resetting. A lot of work to get one of these kittens, and what if someone forceboards and decides they wanna be a jerk and kill it?
Rant: The kittens, if killed, do not return. I didn't kill one, I just asked the Garden. Sucks since the birds from the birdcage trades were resetting. A lot of work to get one of these kittens, and what if someone forceboards and decides they wanna be a jerk and kill it?
Would a Collar of Lupus work on these to reset them to the ship (or inv so you can drop them on the ship again)? @Tecton@Sarapis They are too cute to die.
Rant: The kittens, if killed, do not return. I didn't kill one, I just asked the Garden. Sucks since the birds from the birdcage trades were resetting. A lot of work to get one of these kittens, and what if someone forceboards and decides they wanna be a jerk and kill it?
Would a Collar of Lupus work on these to reset them to the ship (or inv so you can drop them on the ship again)? @Tecton@Sarapis They are too cute to die.
Edited: Well, too cute to die permanently.
I issued to ask if there is a way to preserve them, no reply yet.
With an eye for function and weight distribution, you carefully set a broad and deep slop chest into place on deck.
Pitch sealed and fitted in bronze, a slop chest sits here.
Tarred oak planks and bronze fittings make up this sturdy coffer. The natural hue of the wood is long hidden behind layers of sealing pitch so ingrained as to be the material itself. A repeated stamp of a hippocampus features on the gleaming fixtures, the tarnished embellishment dark in juxtaposition to the polished metal's shine.
It has 97 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 150 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Melodie.
It is closed and you can not see inside of it.
You open a broad and deep slop chest.
The sweet aromas of tobacco and musk waft from the depths of a slop chest as its heavy lid is opened.
You close a broad and deep slop chest.
The lid of the chest slams shut with a satisfying 'thud', hiding the treasures safely within.
Holds a max of 120 items.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Why intentionally make the kittens unable to be loyal pets? I assume ship trades are meant to be desirable, and that would be highly desirable. I don't see the purpose behind that decision.
Better pay for safe passage so pirates don't kill your kittens! Pirates love to kill kittens, they make great megaladon bait.
I haven't sailed in forever because I don't want to risk the things I have on my ship, and nor do I want to have to keep paying some fee just to get somebody to leave me alone.
The sweet aromas of tobacco and musk waft from the depths of a slop chest as its heavy lid is opened.
Tobacco? what.
They mean tabac right? I thought tabac was to tobacco as kawhe is to coffee
ETA: Achaeans drink kawhe, which is what we know irl as coffee. "Kawhe" is a maori word for coffee. Achaeans smoke tabac, which is what we know irl as tobacco. "Tabac" is a french word for tobacco (or smoke shop).
A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
5/07/5:29 Greetings! In regard to your recent issue #72784: yes, the
kitten ages! No, they are not going to be made immortal, sorry!
The kitten ages? :O Does that mean it will grow up to be a ship cat?!
it also means that eventually Catspain will die of old age, and Neraemrew will rise to take his place
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
5/07/5:29 Greetings! In regard to your recent issue #72784: yes, the
kitten ages! No, they are not going to be made immortal, sorry!
The kitten ages? :O Does that mean it will grow up to be a ship cat?!
it also means that eventually Catspain will die of old age, and Neraemrew will rise to take his place
I figure it'll grow up to be an adult, then hit an elderly stage before it ends up dying of old age. At least, that's how the pet shop pets used to function before they stopped being sold.
Thick oak planks are nailed together to form this solid wooden crate, its seams carefully sealed with a coating of tar. The lid is the heaviest panel of all and fits snugly, each corner further secured with tacks hammered flat. A heavy application of pitch coats the sides, obscuring any identifying marks the container may have once borne. It has 30 months of usefulness left. It weighs about 150 pounds. An unmarked wooden crate is holding: "lantern364599" a ship's cargo lantern It contains a total of 1 items of a max of 1.
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a pair of iron bitts
This contiguous piece of dark iron is designed to bolt securely to the deck of any vessel, to support the two posts that protrude from the hefty mounting. To better make fast mooring lines, hawsers, or cables, the bitts lean slightly away from each other and mushroom at the top, creating a cap that prevents any rope wound about the two from slipping off the top. Carefully crafted to ensure no chafing of line occurs, the smooth protuberances are lightly shaped to best accomodate a figure of eight wind between the pair.
Edit: Hrm, looking at this now, I feel like they misspelled accommodate there, will bug it when I log in again.
Also, my bitts is already covered in bird poop (Teehee)
An indignant squawk notifies you of the presence of a seagull landing on a pair of iron bitts; the perching bird leaves his signature behind before taking wing with another piercing cry.
a ship's cargo lantern
It just does what you'd expect a lantern to do... illuminates at night time, not visible during the day.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Short: a mahogany capstan
Havent figured out a way to do something with it yet though.
Edited: Well, too cute to die permanently.
Pitch sealed and fitted in bronze, a slop chest sits here.
Holds a max of 120 items.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Recently promoted.
i'm a rebel
Achaeans smoke tabac, which is what we know irl as tobacco. "Tabac" is a french word for tobacco (or smoke shop).
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Now I just need to figure out how to finance this endeavour.
with a coating of tar. The lid is the heaviest panel of all and fits snugly, each corner further
secured with tacks hammered flat. A heavy application of pitch coats the sides, obscuring any
identifying marks the container may have once borne.
It has 30 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 150 pounds.
An unmarked wooden crate is holding:
"lantern364599" a ship's cargo lantern
It contains a total of 1 items of a max of 1.
Hey @Kinilan, guess I got lucky.