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Dyre is milling about, helping with various ship board tasks when he hears the calls to tighten the sails. They would probably be trying for a broad reach as they came around the mire of clouds that swarms up ahead. He jumps to as quickly as he can, trying to work with the crew on sailing the...

Darn straight he was snoring up a storm! Especially after he managed to make something that resembles a really poor hammock from a bedroll and hemp rope. He threw his hand in the general direction of the person trying to rouse him, making groaning noises before finally bringing about enough...

"Woh..." Dyre says, "WOOOOH..." he adds for further emphasis. "We're not married yet. I don't need you complaining about my drinking." He says as he dips his mug into the wine. Pulling the glass out, letting the excess run down the sides. His free hand grabs a bowl of the stew and he begins to...

Dyre looks at the Captain and mouths 'Wenches' with a solemn nod, but not till after Galandra takes the supplies. Soon after, Dyre turns to go fetch more.

"Tha scallywags be with us, Cap'n. Had ta make a stop 'cross town ferst." Dyre says, finally breaking from his sea chantey. He also is carrying an armload of supplies which feel like they're only getting heavier. "Wenches, perhaps, but I can't vouch fer their cookin' - but I doubt that harlot'd...

Dyre helps move the crates as well and, of course, doesn't stop with his singing - even if they aren't at sea/river/water/wet-stuff yet, he's still enjoying the chance to think back on the old days. "Haul on the bowline, Kitty is my darlin', Haul on the bowline, the bow-lin haul!" Of course...

Dyre lagged behind a little (though he did buy a couple more trail rations while he was at the Pearl). He followed along with the rest of the group down to the docks as they made their way to find their transport. On his way toward the actual ship he starts humming a tune that has the ring of an...

"Actually, I was wondering the same thing." Dyre says back to Anya. His head nodding a little before he looks to the young man. "What is it? Black lung? Gallow's cough? Moss fever?" He arches his eyebrow and adds, "Well, at least it's not scurvy... I think." He ponders this sickness for a...

"Arrrregano!" He says in response to his own question, of course he soon falls quiet as the man begins to talk. He frowns a bit, but his eyes dance to the coin. They look to it and the wheels seem to be slowly cranking in that head of his. '(12+2)*4/6... carry the three, equals. Profit!' As the...

"Well, you're in luck. I know something of boats." Dyre flashes a grin toward the two currently assembled here. He pulls up a hand, inspecting his fingernails as he says to the other two. "Yyyyep. Grew up with a salty dog as me father, he raised me to swing from the crow's nest and steer true...

"Woh, woh, woh. Who said anything about running a ship? I just said sailing a ship." Responds to Dyre to Galandra. His arms cross over his chest and he looks over toward the younger man. "Are we now running the ship? Because if we do, I gotta think up a good 'n' salty name." One hand undocks...

"Well so long as I don't get strung up and swinging from the yard arm, then it's a good day." Dyre responds in kind to the young guy. He reclines a bit more into the chair as he awaits others who are surely right behind him. None-the-less, his curiosity is getting the better of him. "Do you...

"Have a seat?" Dyre responds, his mouth pulls into a grin that he flashes toward the man. "Little trite. But it is tried and true I suppose." He makes his way toward one of the chairs, sitting down in it with a bit of gusto as he waits for the others to sit down - which surely won't be long. "I...

"What?" Dyre says to the mermaid, he turns to look toward her and his head wobbles from side-to-side as he grins. "I think you misunderstand. They are a fine people. Regular magicians at anything they put their mind t--" He pauses as the person starts to make the announcement. Dyre's brow...

"Oh, I can believe it." Dyre responds to Anya, ordering another mug of Ale with a simple pointing gesture. A passing glance is given to Parinon and a nod of the head before he's turning back to the talking. "There's many strange things out there, and I swear every day it just gets even more so."...