Monday June, 9th 1941
Dusk along the river
[Okay, now that we have a map (though no locations are listed yet 
) you can move around the boat more freely. Russo, where were you thinking of setting up your guns?][spoiler]
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The Halcon was a large boat, made of wood, and powered by a steam-boiler in its belly. It chugged along the muddy waters of the river with a steady pace, as the jungle passed by along the banks of either side.
The rear deck was open, but covered in an oiled canvas tarp. It kept the rain at bay, and helped keep the pack mules dry... as well as Esteban and Paco who had taken a crate, and had gotten a card game going with The Kid. The mules had been tied to the wooden railing that fenced in the area under the tarped-roof.
The inner cabin on the top deck (forecastle?) was divided into two compartments; front and back. The one closest to the rear held a few crates, extra rope, and a hammock that Pingo laid down in the moment they had put some distance between them and the forlorn town of Orino Perro.
The front compartment held the stairs leading down to the lower deck, as well as the dual wooden stairs that lead up to the wheelhouse above. Windows gave a good view of the jungle from the inside, through wooden slatted blinds in both compartments. A mounted head of some sort of jungle deer was on display above the door leading out to the front of the boat, glass eyes stared blindly out at the compartments occupants.
Bones turned the wheel over to Russo after giving him explicit directions for how to take the next part of the river, Russo seemed to put him at ease with his initial handling of the wheel.
Bones excused himself and made his way down the wheelhouse stairs, then down the stairs to the lower deck.
"I have a bar in the salon, if anyone is interested, That keg the ladies in 'Perro gave us is full of their local jungle moonshine. It's strong stuff, if any of you think you'll have trouble sleeping tonight. I'm going down for a glass of brandy, myself." He said disappearing below.
A hall ran along the port side of the boat along the timbered bulkhead. It smelled faintly of old cigars. The front of the boat held Bone's quarters. He had a large room that was located directly below the fore deck. A hatch opened between the decks here, but was currently sealed tight against the rain. Bones furnished the room with a reasonable sized bed, a wardrobe, nightstand with an oil lamp, a dresser, and a large cedar chest.
The next room had to be the salon. Double doors opened inwards from the hall showing a very comfortable lounge style room. A leather couch, a circular padded seat with a circular gaming table, a couple of wooden chairs, and a fully stocked bar outfitted the room, in addition to numerous strange trinkets Bones picked up over the years and had on display. A door led to Bones' own room in addition to an open doorway that showed some sort of galley area.
The galley was humble. A wood stove. A table, three chairs, and stocked cabinets filled the small room. Another door led back into the hall from here.
Beside the galley was a narrow room that contained two bunk beds built into the room itself. Four beds altogether, but with odd, mismatched blankets, sheets, and pillowcases. The top rear bed looks like it's spoken for-- a stack of Pulp magazine, and an American comic book sat waiting for their owner to come back. A pin-up girl wearing a tight yellow top and nearly nothing else smiled seductively from the cover of an issue of FLIRT magazine that was tacked to the wall near the top bunk. A caption on the cover read:
In this issue: Broadways Famous Fannys!The rear of the boat contained the engine compartment, a dismantled bomb lays on the floor still where it had been left by Max and the Sarge. The boiler itself ran of firewood-- stacks of which sat outside of the room, just below a set of two hatches where they could easily be restocked from.
