Author Topic: A sailor a day... (Read 20847 times)

Hammers · « **Reply #75 on:** February 20, 2008, 05:53:33 PM »

A thing about the handgranade on the chest: I noticed that 1/35 hangranades are quite small. I don't know which is out of scale but they look almost identical in size as the piece many 28mm minis hold in their hands. This is good news since I have oodles of these little plastic buggers.

Hammers · « **Reply #76 on:** February 21, 2008, 02:47:42 PM »

Bolajoko with his Lee-Enfield

Bolajoko is a yoruba from a small fishing village wedged between the jungle and the great river Niger. He was made an orphan in his late preadolescence after an incident where hippos claimed his parents, siblings and the family canoe on the river. The boy was taken in by a nearby French mission where the nuns rolled up their sleves and went about bringing the boy up a Good Christian with Western Manners. Bolajoko hated it and the skin of his buttocks never really had time to heal between his attempts to run away. There was only one thing that could get his complete attention in the school room and that was the geography classes with stories of great oceans and the fantastic machines which crossed it on water and through the air. How the boy finally quit the mission is unclear, but there is talk of arson. Whichever way he eventually made it to Lagos and often tells the story of how he got onboard his first merchantman as a stowaway.

Bolajoko is greatly appreciated for his generally happy boisterous disposition and his big, white teeth are often seen flashing as he lets out great booming laughs. His distinctly yorube versions of classic sea shanties are legendary:

“Ojo rome o, what to do drunk sailor?
IRÒ MÃ O! throw ’im in long-long ôkö wétèìgbájá ’till he drunk no longer...”

Malamute · « **Reply #77 on:** February 21, 2008, 02:52:52 PM »

Nice :mrgreen:

TadPortly · « **Reply #78 on:** February 21, 2008, 03:59:03 PM »

STOP! I have absolutely no need for merchant seamen figures, but you are tempting me too much!

PeteMurray · « **Reply #79 on:** February 21, 2008, 04:06:37 PM »

Quote from: "TadPortly"

STOP! I have absolutely no need for merchant seamen figures, but you are tempting me too much!

Look, just give in and buy some already. I own some, and Pulp is pretty much my B game. They're just too damn handy. You can use them most anywhere and anywhen.

Hammers · « **Reply #80 on:** February 21, 2008, 04:17:51 PM »

This is just the begining, baby... There are British and German Navy to come. And stevedores, porters, souteneurs and other dockside rabble.

Grimm · « **Reply #81 on:** February 21, 2008, 06:48:31 PM »

:love: man that stuff rocks a genius work ,can `t wait to see more .

TadPortly · « **Reply #82 on:** February 22, 2008, 03:27:03 PM »

Quote from: "hammershield"

This is just the begining, baby... There are British and German Navy to come. And stevedores, porters, souteneurs and other dockside rabble.

A pox damn you, you muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?
:wink:

Hammers · « **Reply #83 on:** February 22, 2008, 03:40:52 PM »

One of the officers, Second Mate Jesse:

Sorry folks, I am drawing a blank on the fluff today. All I have so far is that he is a canuk from Vancouver and an upright kinda guy.

PeteMurray · « **Reply #84 on:** February 22, 2008, 03:59:01 PM »

Quote from: "hammershield"

One of the officers, Second Mate Jesse:

Sorry folks, I am drawing a blank on the fluff today. All I have so far is that he is a canuk from Vancouver and an upright kinda guy.

Jesse Morgan, formerly of Vancouver, chose not to work in his family's store, preferring to take a position as a ship's clerk on a freighter heading to Shanghai. The ship's master found that young Morgan was both a meticulous worker and scrupulously honest, and encouraged him to study well for the Boards.

Since then, Morgan's rise in the ranks has been as steady and methodical as his accounting. From clerk he made Purser, and from there to Second Mate. He is a born conciliator, able to defuse feuds among the crew with calm words and judicious arbitration. His official jacket includes glowing letters of recommendation from officers he has served under.

Morgan disapproves of wildcat merchantmen and smugglers, feeling they disgrace the sailor's trade and tradition in their pursuit of money. He does allow his subordinates to cheat the port authorities or rig the manifest, which has earned him the nickname "Saint Jesse" among those who find his professionalism too confining.

Aaron · « **Reply #85 on:** February 22, 2008, 04:40:11 PM »

Nice paint job and write-up. Your "African" flesh is very well done.

Hammers · « **Reply #86 on:** February 22, 2008, 10:26:42 PM »

Spot on, Pete. You're a master. Since the Captain will be a dipso and the Chief Mate a conniving bastard I though Jesse would have to be the kinda guy who keeps the ship afloat.

Helen · « **Reply #87 on:** February 22, 2008, 10:43:39 PM »

Hi Peder, really nice work and the little bios are great inspiration too.

Nice work from Pete on the last bio too.

I like Jesse's pet rat

God Bless

Malamute · « **Reply #88 on:** February 23, 2008, 08:55:11 AM »

Very, very nice, great flesh tones

matakishi · « **Reply #89 on:** February 23, 2008, 10:45:50 AM »

These are great but I wish people would lay off the naval stuff it's getting too inspiring and I'm already booked up for the year.

Maybe if I painted through the nights?...

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