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<blockquote data-quote="Tolen Mar" data-source="post: 2623864" data-attributes="member: 1295"><p><strong>Chapter 2 Skull Cove</strong></p><p></p><p>Skull Cove was a pirate’s dream. It was a massive cave buried in the side of a cliff. The approach was guarded by difficult reefs, and it was masked in fog. Only the best navigators could get a ship through, and it was a mark of trust for your captain to teach you one of the routes. </p><p></p><p>Once past the mouth of the cave, the inlet broadened out into a massive underground lake. The cove was built along the far edges of the lake. Here was where pirates and convicts went to escape the law. The cove also did a fair bit of land-based trade, often from the very coffers of the pirate ships themselves who needed a safe way to fence their ill-gotten gains. In over a hundred years, the cove had remained safe, and hidden.</p><p></p><p>The only difficult thing to find there was lamp oil. Being a massive cave, the cove had no natural sunlight during the day, and so everything was lit with lamp oil, all day and all night long. Such a demand drove the price of oil through the roof. If you didn’t want to sell stolen goods, or raid other ships as a pirate, you could make a decent living in the oil trade; whether by selling the oil once it got there, or by going through the desert to the south to buy it from the kingdom of the sands.</p><p></p><p>Legend has it that the city was built by one of the Masters, a race of beings responsible for the wars about 150 years before. The Masters are said to have created the First, and set each one to control a city, and guard it. Skull Cove was one of only a few cities that were not being run by one of the First. Most cities across the continent had a First as governor. Skull Cove, being hidden and a pirate haven, was one that was exempt. Most believe that was because of its nature. It was also why the secret remained well-kept.</p><p></p><p>It was just exactly the kind of place Charity had been looking for.</p><p></p><p>She found a ship, under the command of Captain Raymond Perri. A little bit of research had told her that Perri was a ‘respectable’ pirate. He did not kill unless he had to. At least that was the story. She considered herself lucky, she had arrive din port just as he was taking on new crewmembers. She signed on, knowing what kind of fit her grandmother would have had, if she found out. She spent the first few days learning the ropes, and meeting the other crew.</p><p></p><p>There was Aoife, Charity was bemused at first to find that the ship had its own prostitute. She would run off most nights they were in port and practice her trade. Charity assumed that meant she didn’t think Perri paid well enough, and Perri didn’t ever seem concerned by it. Still, Charity had always been raised to believe that women weren’t sex objects. Seeing Aoife whore herself out on a regular basis would quickly begin to rub her the wrong way. Apparently, before joining the crew, Aoife was a student at a well-known fighting school; her father however was a gambler, and owed money to Perri. Aoife was traded for the debt, to work for Perri until her fathers gambling mistakes had been covered. During her days searching for a crew to join, she learned that Aoife was building a solid reputation in the cove.</p><p></p><p>Khadija was obviously born of the desert. She had the lithe, muscled body of one who moved around a lot, a nomad maybe. She wouldn’t talk much about it to Charity, but it seems she was on the run from some mercenaries.</p><p></p><p>And then there was Lorenzo degli Spade. He was the ships doctor. He had a flair in his choice of dress, a wide brimmed hat complete with feather, a cloak that caught the breeze. He was handsome, Charity couldn’t help feel something when she first met him. </p><p>Not everyone aboard was very talkative those first days. All she learned about Dunstan was that he was from a mountain tribe, one of the berserkers of legend, supposedly. There was an enigmatic character named Orange; she didn’t get a word out of him for several days. </p><p></p><p>Aside from the rest of the crew that tended to various ship duties, there was the navigator, Kor. Something about him made Charity not trust him, but it was just a gut feeling, nothing more. And then the first mate was Samson, a short, but otherwise fairly large fellow, who was very capable of getting the captain’s orders obeyed.</p><p></p><p>The contract with Perri was good, five silver pieces a week, plus 5 more anytime the ship was involved in a fight, and a gold coin anytime they brought back the head of the enemy captain. So much for not killing unless necessary. </p><p></p><p>The ship slowly made its way past the reefs. Two of the crew were at the bow of the ship with lanterns, lighting the dark tunnel, and keeping watch for unexpected dangers lurking under the water. Charity stood at the railing over the aft-castle, breathing in the salty sea air.</p><p></p><p>“You know,” she said to no one in particular, “I really prefer it out there. Shame we have to come home for supplies.”</p><p></p><p>“I could use time away from the constant rolling of the sea myself.” Replied Orange. The few days she had been on the crew, Orange had not handled the sea well. It was enough to make her wonder why he signed on. However, he claimed to have a seafaring background, and a lot of experience at sailing.</p><p></p><p>“Buck up man! We’ll get you your sea legs yet.” Charity had taken to the sea life rather naturally. When she was a little girl, she had often snuck off to the docks, and stowed away on local ships heading up and down the coast. She’d be gone for days at a time, and her grandmother would worry endlessly that some pirate had gotten hold of her.</p><p></p><p>“I got’em a long time ago. I just prefer solid ground.”</p><p></p><p>Aoife walked up to join the two at the rail. “I hope this latest haul is enough to pay off my father’s debts.”</p><p></p><p>Not knowing how to answer, the three stood there watching the small patch of sky and sea retreat as the cave swallowed them.</p><p></p><p>Lorenzo seemed happy to be back, he was busy checking over his inventory and getting ready to purchase some new medicines. Two days ago, the ship had gotten into a small scrap with a Malasian cutter that wanted to inspect the cargo. The fight was short, and added another offense to the ships record. After stitching up those who needed it, Ren was a bit low on supplies.</p><p></p><p>Samson was looking out to the south as well. On the southern horizon was a storm, a big one. When Orange noticed him, he tried to turn away, but the big man stopped him.</p><p></p><p>“Is there something about that storm? We’ll make it all right in port wont we?”</p><p></p><p>Samson looked him up and down before answering. “Ah, that storm never leaves the southern sea. Some say its leftover damage from the Master’s war, others that that’s the edge of the world. Koraldris is fascinated by it, but I don’t see what the big deal is. Its dangerous waters, no one goes there.”</p><p></p><p>Orange nods. “Makes sense to me, I try to stay away from the Master’s work myself.”</p><p></p><p>“More than likely, there’s a stash hidden out there someone wants to keep hidden.” Charity said.</p><p></p><p>Samson laughed. “Doubtful! No one has ever been out there and returned. Twenty years ago, Amarmaro, the First to Seek, set out with a crew to find out what was there. They never came back.”</p><p></p><p>“Besides Charity,” Orange added, “Why would they draw attention with a storm like that?”</p><p></p><p>“He’s probably living high on what he found. He likely summoned up that storm to keep people away. If he’s a First, he might have the power to do it.”</p><p></p><p>Lorenzo came up on deck, stuffing a piece of parchment into his shirt. “Maybe they found what they were looking for and decided not to come back.”</p><p></p><p>“What good is a treasure if you can’t spend it?”</p><p></p><p>“Skull Cove isn’t the only place to spend it, Orange. I’m going to go get ready for land.” Charity went down to her bunk, as she left, she heard the conversation continue, Samson had the floor.</p><p></p><p>“A First can’t exactly avoid cover now can he? And if someone showed up with a boatful of treasure, wouldn’t you think someone would notice?”</p><p></p><p>*************************************************************</p><p></p><p>The cave was filled with a bizarre twilight. Virtually every house and shop had an oil lamp in the window, and the combined flickering flames gave the place an eerie, shadowy appearance. It was lit well enough you could see where you were going, but there were still plenty of places to hide. Only the brave walked the streets alone.</p><p></p><p>As she stepped down the gangplank, Charity wrinkled her nose. “I never could stand the smell of this place.”</p><p></p><p>Orange stepped down beside her. “Want some company at the tavern, Charity?”</p><p></p><p>“Sure. You can clear us a place to sit.”</p><p></p><p>Orange assumed a threatening pose. “I can clear an area, no problem.”</p><p></p><p>Charity laughed, looped her arm in his, and together they strolled to the nearest tavern. Dunstan fell in behind them, and together they found a place that was rather busy, but usually served the best ales. The trio couldn’t help but notice that there were a large number of well-dressed folk in there that night. The one that stood out the most was a fellow toward the back, dressed in green and black silk. He looked tired, but he was still happily carousing with the people around him.</p><p></p><p>“Barkeep!” Orange thundered. “Gimme a round for my pals here!”</p><p></p><p>Charity nudged Orange a bit in the ribs. “Look at that fop over there.”</p><p></p><p>“Eh, mus’ be a cap’n or an owner.”</p><p></p><p>“Either way, he ought to know better than to dress like that. He’s inviting light fingers.”</p><p></p><p>The round of drinks arrived, and the trio each grabbed up a mug.</p><p></p><p>“To solid ground!” shouted Orange.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll drink to that.” Replied Dunstan.</p><p></p><p>Charity raised her mug. “You two are a pair of hopeless landlubbers.”</p><p></p><p>As she drank, she listen to the general background noise. Among other things, she caught a part of a conversation that claimed a Malasian ship was in the area, and one of the more well-known pirate ships hadn’t returned. She filed the info away for later. Looking around, she turned to her companions.</p><p></p><p>“So who among these folks you think would make a good target this time?” she asked.</p><p></p><p>“I’m still learning to judge that, to be honest.” Orange replied.</p><p></p><p>“You know I’m not a good judge of that.” Dunstan said.</p><p></p><p>“It isn’t that hard. Our fop for instance. He’s too obvious. Someone else probably already has their eyes on him.”</p><p></p><p>“The way I figure it,” said Orange, “That kind of confidence and money might be earned, especially here.”</p><p></p><p>“You know I wonder if he isn’t the owner of that missing ship…” she said to herself.</p><p></p><p>“Wouldn’t he be missing then?” asked Dunstan.</p><p></p><p>“Owner, not captain.”</p><p></p><p>“Hmm…Good question.” Orange had finished his second mug and was motioning to the serving girl to bring another round.</p><p></p><p>“You mean a man may own something he doesn’t use? I’ll never get used to ‘civilization’.”</p><p></p><p>“Look at it this way, Dunstan. Suppose he owns more than one vessel. How is he to be on all of them at once?”</p><p></p><p>Orange excused himself for a few minutes, and when he returned, he had news. “Seems that fellow over there is some sort of renegade from Mala. Rumour has it that he had a falling out with some lord or some such, and had to high tail it out of there.”</p><p></p><p>“A renegade?” Charity smiled. “That could heat things up for anyone around him.”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds interesting.” Dunstan remarked.</p><p></p><p>Lorenzo entered the tavern then. Charity waved him over to their table and ordered up another drink.</p><p></p><p>“I assume you were able to find all of your supplies?” she asked.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, all that I needed, which wasn’t much. I ran into a bit of trouble though.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh really? What sort of trouble?” </p><p></p><p>“A trio of goons tried to thug me around a bit, but I got away with only a bit of a scuffle. I ran into them near a Malasian church. They seemed to know who I was. At lease what ship I was on. They mentioned the Cap.”</p><p></p><p>“What did they want?”</p><p></p><p>“Just money it seems.”</p><p></p><p>Charity didn’t know why, but at just that moment, it seemed that Ren was not telling the truth.</p><p></p><p>“Ok, Ren, spill it, what’s really going on?”</p><p></p><p>“Some goons tried to mug me, that’s all.”</p><p></p><p>“Suppose we go ask the goons, what do you think they’d say?”</p><p></p><p>“Your money or your life?”</p><p></p><p>When Ren shrugged, she told him how the man was on the lam. Dunstan and Orange wouldn’t let the issue die, however.</p><p></p><p>“So how’d the captain come up?” asked Dunstan.</p><p></p><p>“Something to the extent of “Hey, you’re that stitcher on Perri’s crew, aren’t you?”</p><p></p><p>“That means they knew you were the doctor too.”</p><p></p><p>“That could mean they are from another crew around here.” Orange added.</p><p></p><p>Lorenzo shrugged, clearly unwilling to speak on the matter more.</p><p></p><p>“Suit yourself, Ren. You want to be close about it, I wont force the issue.”</p><p></p><p>”You see that fellow over there Ren? He’s on the run from Mala. You know anything about him?”</p><p></p><p>Ren looked over, but while it seemed he recognized the fellow, he only shrugged. “Don’t think so.”</p><p></p><p>Charity saw the glint in Ren’s eyes. “Keep your secrets, then. These things have a way of being revealed in time. I, however, feel like dancing.”</p><p></p><p>Charity stood, asked the musicians to play something special, and danced into the night.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tolen Mar, post: 2623864, member: 1295"] [b]Chapter 2 Skull Cove[/b] Skull Cove was a pirate’s dream. It was a massive cave buried in the side of a cliff. The approach was guarded by difficult reefs, and it was masked in fog. Only the best navigators could get a ship through, and it was a mark of trust for your captain to teach you one of the routes. Once past the mouth of the cave, the inlet broadened out into a massive underground lake. The cove was built along the far edges of the lake. Here was where pirates and convicts went to escape the law. The cove also did a fair bit of land-based trade, often from the very coffers of the pirate ships themselves who needed a safe way to fence their ill-gotten gains. In over a hundred years, the cove had remained safe, and hidden. The only difficult thing to find there was lamp oil. Being a massive cave, the cove had no natural sunlight during the day, and so everything was lit with lamp oil, all day and all night long. Such a demand drove the price of oil through the roof. If you didn’t want to sell stolen goods, or raid other ships as a pirate, you could make a decent living in the oil trade; whether by selling the oil once it got there, or by going through the desert to the south to buy it from the kingdom of the sands. Legend has it that the city was built by one of the Masters, a race of beings responsible for the wars about 150 years before. The Masters are said to have created the First, and set each one to control a city, and guard it. Skull Cove was one of only a few cities that were not being run by one of the First. Most cities across the continent had a First as governor. Skull Cove, being hidden and a pirate haven, was one that was exempt. Most believe that was because of its nature. It was also why the secret remained well-kept. It was just exactly the kind of place Charity had been looking for. She found a ship, under the command of Captain Raymond Perri. A little bit of research had told her that Perri was a ‘respectable’ pirate. He did not kill unless he had to. At least that was the story. She considered herself lucky, she had arrive din port just as he was taking on new crewmembers. She signed on, knowing what kind of fit her grandmother would have had, if she found out. She spent the first few days learning the ropes, and meeting the other crew. There was Aoife, Charity was bemused at first to find that the ship had its own prostitute. She would run off most nights they were in port and practice her trade. Charity assumed that meant she didn’t think Perri paid well enough, and Perri didn’t ever seem concerned by it. Still, Charity had always been raised to believe that women weren’t sex objects. Seeing Aoife whore herself out on a regular basis would quickly begin to rub her the wrong way. Apparently, before joining the crew, Aoife was a student at a well-known fighting school; her father however was a gambler, and owed money to Perri. Aoife was traded for the debt, to work for Perri until her fathers gambling mistakes had been covered. During her days searching for a crew to join, she learned that Aoife was building a solid reputation in the cove. Khadija was obviously born of the desert. She had the lithe, muscled body of one who moved around a lot, a nomad maybe. She wouldn’t talk much about it to Charity, but it seems she was on the run from some mercenaries. And then there was Lorenzo degli Spade. He was the ships doctor. He had a flair in his choice of dress, a wide brimmed hat complete with feather, a cloak that caught the breeze. He was handsome, Charity couldn’t help feel something when she first met him. Not everyone aboard was very talkative those first days. All she learned about Dunstan was that he was from a mountain tribe, one of the berserkers of legend, supposedly. There was an enigmatic character named Orange; she didn’t get a word out of him for several days. Aside from the rest of the crew that tended to various ship duties, there was the navigator, Kor. Something about him made Charity not trust him, but it was just a gut feeling, nothing more. And then the first mate was Samson, a short, but otherwise fairly large fellow, who was very capable of getting the captain’s orders obeyed. The contract with Perri was good, five silver pieces a week, plus 5 more anytime the ship was involved in a fight, and a gold coin anytime they brought back the head of the enemy captain. So much for not killing unless necessary. The ship slowly made its way past the reefs. Two of the crew were at the bow of the ship with lanterns, lighting the dark tunnel, and keeping watch for unexpected dangers lurking under the water. Charity stood at the railing over the aft-castle, breathing in the salty sea air. “You know,” she said to no one in particular, “I really prefer it out there. Shame we have to come home for supplies.” “I could use time away from the constant rolling of the sea myself.” Replied Orange. The few days she had been on the crew, Orange had not handled the sea well. It was enough to make her wonder why he signed on. However, he claimed to have a seafaring background, and a lot of experience at sailing. “Buck up man! We’ll get you your sea legs yet.” Charity had taken to the sea life rather naturally. When she was a little girl, she had often snuck off to the docks, and stowed away on local ships heading up and down the coast. She’d be gone for days at a time, and her grandmother would worry endlessly that some pirate had gotten hold of her. “I got’em a long time ago. I just prefer solid ground.” Aoife walked up to join the two at the rail. “I hope this latest haul is enough to pay off my father’s debts.” Not knowing how to answer, the three stood there watching the small patch of sky and sea retreat as the cave swallowed them. Lorenzo seemed happy to be back, he was busy checking over his inventory and getting ready to purchase some new medicines. Two days ago, the ship had gotten into a small scrap with a Malasian cutter that wanted to inspect the cargo. The fight was short, and added another offense to the ships record. After stitching up those who needed it, Ren was a bit low on supplies. Samson was looking out to the south as well. On the southern horizon was a storm, a big one. When Orange noticed him, he tried to turn away, but the big man stopped him. “Is there something about that storm? We’ll make it all right in port wont we?” Samson looked him up and down before answering. “Ah, that storm never leaves the southern sea. Some say its leftover damage from the Master’s war, others that that’s the edge of the world. Koraldris is fascinated by it, but I don’t see what the big deal is. Its dangerous waters, no one goes there.” Orange nods. “Makes sense to me, I try to stay away from the Master’s work myself.” “More than likely, there’s a stash hidden out there someone wants to keep hidden.” Charity said. Samson laughed. “Doubtful! No one has ever been out there and returned. Twenty years ago, Amarmaro, the First to Seek, set out with a crew to find out what was there. They never came back.” “Besides Charity,” Orange added, “Why would they draw attention with a storm like that?” “He’s probably living high on what he found. He likely summoned up that storm to keep people away. If he’s a First, he might have the power to do it.” Lorenzo came up on deck, stuffing a piece of parchment into his shirt. “Maybe they found what they were looking for and decided not to come back.” “What good is a treasure if you can’t spend it?” “Skull Cove isn’t the only place to spend it, Orange. I’m going to go get ready for land.” Charity went down to her bunk, as she left, she heard the conversation continue, Samson had the floor. “A First can’t exactly avoid cover now can he? And if someone showed up with a boatful of treasure, wouldn’t you think someone would notice?” ************************************************************* The cave was filled with a bizarre twilight. Virtually every house and shop had an oil lamp in the window, and the combined flickering flames gave the place an eerie, shadowy appearance. It was lit well enough you could see where you were going, but there were still plenty of places to hide. Only the brave walked the streets alone. As she stepped down the gangplank, Charity wrinkled her nose. “I never could stand the smell of this place.” Orange stepped down beside her. “Want some company at the tavern, Charity?” “Sure. You can clear us a place to sit.” Orange assumed a threatening pose. “I can clear an area, no problem.” Charity laughed, looped her arm in his, and together they strolled to the nearest tavern. Dunstan fell in behind them, and together they found a place that was rather busy, but usually served the best ales. The trio couldn’t help but notice that there were a large number of well-dressed folk in there that night. The one that stood out the most was a fellow toward the back, dressed in green and black silk. He looked tired, but he was still happily carousing with the people around him. “Barkeep!” Orange thundered. “Gimme a round for my pals here!” Charity nudged Orange a bit in the ribs. “Look at that fop over there.” “Eh, mus’ be a cap’n or an owner.” “Either way, he ought to know better than to dress like that. He’s inviting light fingers.” The round of drinks arrived, and the trio each grabbed up a mug. “To solid ground!” shouted Orange. “I’ll drink to that.” Replied Dunstan. Charity raised her mug. “You two are a pair of hopeless landlubbers.” As she drank, she listen to the general background noise. Among other things, she caught a part of a conversation that claimed a Malasian ship was in the area, and one of the more well-known pirate ships hadn’t returned. She filed the info away for later. Looking around, she turned to her companions. “So who among these folks you think would make a good target this time?” she asked. “I’m still learning to judge that, to be honest.” Orange replied. “You know I’m not a good judge of that.” Dunstan said. “It isn’t that hard. Our fop for instance. He’s too obvious. Someone else probably already has their eyes on him.” “The way I figure it,” said Orange, “That kind of confidence and money might be earned, especially here.” “You know I wonder if he isn’t the owner of that missing ship…” she said to herself. “Wouldn’t he be missing then?” asked Dunstan. “Owner, not captain.” “Hmm…Good question.” Orange had finished his second mug and was motioning to the serving girl to bring another round. “You mean a man may own something he doesn’t use? I’ll never get used to ‘civilization’.” “Look at it this way, Dunstan. Suppose he owns more than one vessel. How is he to be on all of them at once?” Orange excused himself for a few minutes, and when he returned, he had news. “Seems that fellow over there is some sort of renegade from Mala. Rumour has it that he had a falling out with some lord or some such, and had to high tail it out of there.” “A renegade?” Charity smiled. “That could heat things up for anyone around him.” “Sounds interesting.” Dunstan remarked. Lorenzo entered the tavern then. Charity waved him over to their table and ordered up another drink. “I assume you were able to find all of your supplies?” she asked. “Yeah, all that I needed, which wasn’t much. I ran into a bit of trouble though.” “Oh really? What sort of trouble?” “A trio of goons tried to thug me around a bit, but I got away with only a bit of a scuffle. I ran into them near a Malasian church. They seemed to know who I was. At lease what ship I was on. They mentioned the Cap.” “What did they want?” “Just money it seems.” Charity didn’t know why, but at just that moment, it seemed that Ren was not telling the truth. “Ok, Ren, spill it, what’s really going on?” “Some goons tried to mug me, that’s all.” “Suppose we go ask the goons, what do you think they’d say?” “Your money or your life?” When Ren shrugged, she told him how the man was on the lam. Dunstan and Orange wouldn’t let the issue die, however. “So how’d the captain come up?” asked Dunstan. “Something to the extent of “Hey, you’re that stitcher on Perri’s crew, aren’t you?” “That means they knew you were the doctor too.” “That could mean they are from another crew around here.” Orange added. Lorenzo shrugged, clearly unwilling to speak on the matter more. “Suit yourself, Ren. You want to be close about it, I wont force the issue.” ”You see that fellow over there Ren? He’s on the run from Mala. You know anything about him?” Ren looked over, but while it seemed he recognized the fellow, he only shrugged. “Don’t think so.” Charity saw the glint in Ren’s eyes. “Keep your secrets, then. These things have a way of being revealed in time. I, however, feel like dancing.” Charity stood, asked the musicians to play something special, and danced into the night. [/QUOTE]
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