Marcus turns and gazes blankly. "Has it really been fifty mugs?" He mutters. He faces Charles. "I'm a captain without a crew and a boat. That be my fix, mate."
He notices a page tacked on the wall offering a place on the Kestrel's Creed as First Mate.
Marcus turns and gazes blankly. "Has it really been fifty mugs?" He mutters. He faces Charles. "I'm a captain without a crew and a boat. That be my fix, mate."
He notices a page tacked on the wall offering a place on the Kestrel's Creed as First Mate.
Charles notices the grimness of the mans reply and looks into his mug. He looks back at you and says, "Sounds like ye be sailing by ash breeze mate, aye that's a hard lot. But you've got to stick to it though. I sailed by ash breeze 9 years before I got my break. But don't worry, your luck will flip like a coin someday." Charles took a drink.
"Aye. Did yours?"
"That it did. But with your credentials, I don't see why you won't get a first mate position on any ship. You should go and get yourself a position me man. Then once ye have enough pay. Buy yer own ship and become a Cap'n again." (Takes another sip) "Your luck'll only flip when you decide to flip it."
I was an avid reader on the MBs and not a user. You will not recognize me but I will recognize you...
"That it did. But with your credentials, I don't see why you won't get a first mate position on any ship. You should go and get yourself a position me man. Then once ye have enough pay. Buy yer own ship and become a Cap'n again." (Takes another sip) "Your luck'll only flip when you decide to flip it."
"My luck was stolen by me first mate, mate." Marcus stands. "Aye, why not?" Walks over to the ashes and picks up a piece. "The Kestrel's Cr. What in blue blazes is a Cr?"
"That it did. But with your credentials, I don't see why you won't get a first mate position on any ship. You should go and get yourself a position me man. Then once ye have enough pay. Buy yer own ship and become a Cap'n again." (Takes another sip) "Your luck'll only flip when you decide to flip it."
"My luck was stolen by me first mate, mate." Marcus stands. "Aye, why not?" Walks over to the ashes and picks up a piece. "The Kestrel's Cr. What in blue blazes is a Cr?"
I stand up and walk over to you where the ashes are, "That's the remnient of a first mate position on the vessel, Kestrel's Creed. It's a fine ship; a war ship in fact. Its history is shrouded in mystery. A legend I heard said that one night, Captain Creed snunk aboard the biggest British warship, who's captain at the time was a grand general, but Creed didn't care. He sneaked into the captain's quarters and held the general at knife point. When the crew came in to rescue the general, they were so amazed at the young man, that they swore allegiance to him and his ship. So now, the Kestrel's Creed and it's crew have been his ever since. That's a good ship to sail on."
I was an avid reader on the MBs and not a user. You will not recognize me but I will recognize you...
"My luck was stolen by me first mate, mate." Marcus stands. "Aye, why not?" Walks over to the ashes and picks up a piece. "The Kestrel's Cr. What in blue blazes is a Cr?"
I stand up and walk over to you where the ashes are, "That's the remnient of a first mate position on the vessel, Kestrels Creed. It's a fine ship; a war ship in fact. It's history is shrouded in mystery, in fact, a legend I heard said that one night, Captain Creed sunk aboard the biggest British warship who's captain at the time wasa grand general. But Creed didn't care. He sneaked into the captain's quarters and held the general at knife point. When the crew came in to rescue the general,they were so amazed at the young man that they swore aliegence to him and his ship, and well, the Kestrels Creed and it's crew has been his ever since. That's a good ship to sail on."
"Aye, maybe it is." Marcus crushes the ashes. "So where might I find this vessel?"
I stand up and walk over to you where the ashes are, "That's the remnient of a first mate position on the vessel, Kestrels Creed. It's a fine ship; a war ship in fact. It's history is shrouded in mystery, in fact, a legend I heard said that one night, Captain Creed sunk aboard the biggest British warship who's captain at the time wasa grand general. But Creed didn't care. He sneaked into the captain's quarters and held the general at knife point. When the crew came in to rescue the general,they were so amazed at the young man that they swore aliegence to him and his ship, and well, the Kestrels Creed and it's crew has been his ever since. That's a good ship to sail on."
"Aye, maybe it is." Marcus crushes the ashes. "So where might I find this vessel?"
OOC: Go to the HQ. "I believe he docks on the coast of Castille. And if you're going, may the best of luck be with ya." OOC: Just made that up.
I was an avid reader on the MBs and not a user. You will not recognize me but I will recognize you...
The Dart pulls into dock nearby. A bit later a group of people enter the tavern, Captain Javier leading them. They settle in and merrily order root beer and soda, enjoying their break from the sea.
The Dart pulls into dock nearby. A bit later a group of people enter the tavern, Captain Javier leading them. They settle in and merrily order root beer and soda, enjoying their break from the sea.
They are immediately waited on, getting all their orders in timely fashions. The hardy sea farers are given a ten percent discount on everything they want and get a drink on the house.
I was an avid reader on the MBs and not a user. You will not recognize me but I will recognize you...
The Dart pulls into dock nearby. A bit later a group of people enter the tavern, Captain Javier leading them. They settle in and merrily order root beer and soda, enjoying their break from the sea.
*3 Portuguese delegations pull up, they enter the tavern, pull out and point their guns at the crew of the Dart*
Juan: You are under arrest for killing messangers!
The Dart pulls into dock nearby. A bit later a group of people enter the tavern, Captain Javier leading them. They settle in and merrily order root beer and soda, enjoying their break from the sea.
*3 Portuguese delegations pull up, they enter the tavern, pull out and point their guns at the crew of the Dart*
Juan: You are under arrest for killing messangers!
Captain Javier slowly spins around in his seat, facing the 3 Portuguese Delegates. His posture is relaxed, as if he's in control of the situation and he knows it. "So which people are you accusing us of killing? Its hard to remember who's who after a while."
The other crew members of The Dart shift in their seat, exposing pistols and sabers. A few even draw them, nonchalantly holding them in their hand.
The Dart pulls into dock nearby. A bit later a group of people enter the tavern, Captain Javier leading them. They settle in and merrily order root beer and soda, enjoying their break from the sea.
*3 Portuguese delegations pull up, they enter the tavern, pull out and point their guns at the crew of the Dart*
Juan: You are under arrest for killing messangers!
Yeah, uh exactly how many people entered my tavern, just 3 people?
I was an avid reader on the MBs and not a user. You will not recognize me but I will recognize you...
*3 Portuguese delegations pull up, they enter the tavern, pull out and point their guns at the crew of the Dart*
Juan: You are under arrest for killing messangers!
Captain Javier slowly spins around in his seat, facing the 3 Portuguese Delegates. His posture is relaxed, as if he's in control of the situation and he knows it. "So which people are you accusing us of killing? Its hard to remember who's who after a while."
The other crew members of The Dart shift in their seat, exposing pistols and sabers. A few even draw them, nonchalantly holding them in their hand.
Captain Javier slowly spins around in his seat, facing the 3 Portuguese Delegates. His posture is relaxed, as if he's in control of the situation and he knows it. "So which people are you accusing us of killing? Its hard to remember who's who after a while."
The other crew members of The Dart shift in their seat, exposing pistols and sabers. A few even draw them, nonchalantly holding them in their hand.
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