How gorgeous <3
This is a possible mark ^3^
This is a possible mark ^3^
Extra 1 wrote:Personality
Risk Taker
As a young child Ferdinand was always up to no good and always measuring out the risks and what the consequences may be. Yet he is always willing to take the risk no matter if the odds where in his favor of not. If the prize is too great he will go to any length to get it. He loves the thrill in the adventure and the prize is always sweeter when you work harder for it.
Perception
Ferdinand is logical and normally has well thought out plans. Though logical he can understand both moral and other quality's once explained to him. He never needs things explained to him more then once and can pick up on others motions to figure out what is going on. He is good at reading everything he's got then sorting it through and putting it all together. That's why he is good at sailing.
Curious
Ferdinand is always curious and wanting to learn new things. If he finds something he normally with sit there and play with it 'til he resigns and go hit the books. He likes to know what is in the world around him and feels more
comfortable when he has a sturdy understanding of the world around him.
Proud
Ferdinand is very proud and mostly of his collection and handy skills. He loves to show off and loves to hear people compliment and approve on his work and mostly his collection of artifacts and treasures. If someone doesn't like his work or what he does it hurts his feelings and he will most likely ignore them for a while. He works hard at what he does, and he has no intention of letting that just go down the drain.
Adored
Ferdinand is adored by many beans for his wits and personality. He is someone people can go to, to talk and is always up for adventures with other beans. He is easy to adore and love. He loves the adventures, and loves it even more when others are there with him. Ferdinand always keeps his promises and fulfills all of his duties. He even loves the attention from a special some one if some lucky bean catches his eyes.
Extra 2 wrote:How he Navigates
Technology is fantastic and with the new use of electronic devices available today for sailors to find their way easily, one wonders where it is going. There have been huge strides in recent years in navigation, radar, chart plotting, global radio contact, weather software programmes, proximity alarms etc. These are great tools to help you Navi....Ferdinand wrote:Now let me take over and explain how to really sail without all those fancy gadgets. A captain, like me, would use a sextant and a compass to navigate. The key to navigating is first to know where you are which is called fixing your position, then to know where you would like to get to, and lastly to calculate the bearing or route you will need to follow in order to do so. I use these methods to fix your position at sea. In simple terms, if you can see land you can use a hand bearing or sighting compass to take a minimum of three bearings from known landmarks and using their intersection to fix your own position. If you cannot see land you will need to use a sextant to pin point your position according to the stars. As the sun and the stars move through the sky the position of these celestial bodies will vary with time, hence you will also need a timepiece, called a ships chronometer. I will always have one on his ship. A ships chronometer was a very early and precise piece of machinery, it was vitally important that it kept time despite changes in humidity, pressure etc, as being a few minutes out on the chronometer could result in a miscalculation of your position and therefore becoming lost at sea. This is why it takes practice, and sailing is more than following a silly GPS. The most commonly used type of celestial navigation, and the one I use, is called a 'Noon sight' which uses the elevation of the sun at its highest point to calculate your longitude and latitude. Once you have calculated your longitude and latitude you can pin point yourself on a map or chart. Then assuming there are no islands or rocks between you and your destination you can draw a line from one to the other and then take a bearing from north. To follow a bearing the crew member steering would use the ship's compass. I have mine mounted in binnacles and illuminated at night to aid night time navigation. This is how you really sail!
Extra 3 wrote:First time he drove a boat:Ferdinand wrote:Alright let me tell it, so we get the boat out there all is good. I get her in the water fine, and push off the dock, motor out a little ways and raise the main and the jib. All is going good I am pretty much just trial and error figuring the wind out. I am getting a little nervous, but I have trained for this. I am ready. I decided just to drive around for my first time. It was great! I had Popcorn and Kelly helping me on this trip. We've kinda just been running with the wind and I decide that I had accomplished enough, so I take the sails down and just motor her back in. We get the motor started but about 5 minutes later it, and dies for some reason! I was quite nervous, but I knew I could just sail back. I put the jib back up and start to sail her in. Well we're not the best sailors yet, and next thing we know where slowly but surely heading into the dam. I started to breath heavily. I try the motor again, but it still is not turning over. So about 10 minutes later, my boat gets hit and is getting thrashed against a rock dam. There's not a boat in site to come help us and we have zero ideas. I didn't know what to do. the waters coming over the port side, lines are everywhere, things and equipment are breaking. I did not know how to sail the boat away. We end up just getting out of the boat and chilling on the rocks as I watch my boat get thrashed against the rocks. It was my responsibility as captain, and I was already failing. It was about an hour walk back to the marina, but that was our last option. I got back on the boat to grab some of our things, and try the motor again, in one last hope. It fired up! So as Kelly and Popcorn are pushing me off I somehow get about 100 yards away from the dam under motor. I was being to smile, and I felt a rush of relief. But what do you know the wooden part that connects the motor to the boat saps, and I grab the engine to save it from sinking to the bottom of the lake. That sense of relief flew out the window. Kelly and Popcorn are still on the dam. I'm in the middle of the lake. I drop anchor and ditch the boat and swim to Kelly and Popcorn. Just as were about to hike it back to the marina we see our rescue boat on the horizon. Thank goodness! I swim back out to my boat and hook up the towline to get towed in. The rudder had some damage while getting thrashed against the rocks, so I'm holding the rudder in the water, while were getting towed back to the marina. As I'm getting towed away I see Starfish, Kelly's girlfriend, come to pick up Kelly and Popcorn. It was a 30 minute tow ride. We get the trailer ready. About an hour later we got her all hooked up and finally got her home. We finally got home around 9:00. We started heading in at 4:00. Wow what a day. I learned a lot from this experience, and when I look back, I actually had fun!
Extra 4 wrote:Quick Facts:Likes:
+Sunny, Warm, Summer days
+Collecting things
+Shiny pebbles
+Navigating
+Sailing
+Good company
+Listening to stories about sailing the oceanDislikes:
-Being laughed at
-Being caught in a storm
-A boring atmosphere
-Sailing Alone
-Naive Sailors
-Getting lost
-SpeedboatsFerdinand's Phobias wrote:Phobias:
➙Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens.
➙Herpetophobia- Fear of reptiles or creepy, crawly things.
➙Meteorophobia- Fear of meteors
➙Ophthalmophobia- Fear of being stared at.
➙Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat.
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Marius wrote:
I always used to tap my fingers. One at a time, from my pinky to my index, on whatever surface I could lay my hands on. My mother swore I wore down my claws from all that tapping. But it felt right, as I clicked out the rhythm to an unknown song.
When my family and I toured the beaches of Spain, I finally found that song. After a day of collecting seashells and building sandcastles, we retreated to a quaint restaurant by the shore. The warm light and aromatic smells were absolutely inviting, and the menu boasted traditional dishes and fresh ingredients; it was just the type of restaurant that reminded me how wonderful traveling is. Our candlelit table overlooked sand and waves that were oddly peaceful in the night.
There was a stage at one end of the large, crowded room, where a few beans were setting up for a performance. Some sat in chairs at the back of the platform, while others set up microphones. A female in a ruffle dress and a flower behind her ear chuckled softly with a male. I tapped my nails on my cleaned dessert plate and waited along with everyone else, for a performance I had not known would change my life.
The restaurant patrons gazed expectantly at the stage, and soon enough the guitarist strummed the first delicate notes. He picked at the strings expertly while the female positioned herself in the center of the stage; her eyes were downcast and her hands were posed dramatically at her sides. The romantic tune continued as the bean in the ruffle dress turned and began to click little instruments held in both her claws. The rapid clicking resonated through the silenced dining room, louder to my ears than any of the music or stomping.
With that first strike of the bean's claw against those castanets, I fell in love. Not with her, but with the music, and the castanets that reminded me so much of my own tapping. And I was quick to become infatuated with the dance, as well. The thrilling swells of guitar brought faster clicks and breathtaking maneuvers. The bean's ruffles trailed behind her as she twisted her torso and legs and raised and lowered her arms. Her movements were fluid and suspenseful at the same time.
She finished her performance, all too quickly. The song continued to play for a male dancer, but my heart was still beating fast, as fast as those castanets. For once I did not fidget; I sat there with my chest rising and falling because my new true love had gone so fast.
The rest of the performance was a blur. My paws itched as my parents and I made our way back to our hotel. By the time I leaped into bed I decided I wanted to do what that dancer had done. I had finally found my song, after all those years of lost tapping.
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