Antheos,
You find the captain down near the docks, such as they are, supervising the hoisting of the great hogsheads of tobacco aboard a beautiful, sleek-looking vessel that must be the CALYPSO'S GRACE.
He looks to be about sixty, although most of that could just be weathering effect of the sea. His face is brown and deeply creased from years of squinting through the glare of sunlight on the surface of the ocean. He wears his grizzled, greying hair short. His eyes are fiery, and hint at determination and a propensity for action that belies his apparent old age.
"An' who might you be?" he inquires, taking stock of you. You realize that for the moment at least, you are a good deal better dressed than he is. While you are dressed in flamboyant finery, he is wearing a simple blue greatcoat, with tarnished brass buttons, over a white linen shirt and trousers. His speech, too, is neither smooth nor cultured, but rather the rough, somewhat ineducated speech of a 'foremast Jack.
Malthas,
The corner table is small and intimate, lighted by a single candle. The serving wench has disposed of her tray and towel in favor of an inviting look and a glass of rum. Another glass lies on the table in front of you.
"Lady Fortune, is it?" the serving girl says, as you sit down. She moves closer to you. "I suppose you'll want a kiss for luck, then, hmm?"
Nicodemus,
As you walk in, you brush shoulders with a rather finely dressed young man, who is striding with purpose toward the docks. He bears, on his shoulder, some manner of stringed instrument, a yarting perhaps.
Lem Harvey and Jean Orleau greet you as you come in, and even more enthusiastically upon recieving another round of rum.
"Iz good thing you buy this round," slurs the Iberrean sailor, Jean Orleau. "My pockets' nearly empty."
Jonah,
A short time ago, the captain came into your room (OOC: I'm assuming you're staying at a boardinghouse in town, but correct me if I'm wrong.), and informed you to be ready to meet him at the docks, ready to travel, as soon as possible.
"We're down to th' last hogsheads on th' docks," he had said. "So I'm going to some of the nearby plantations an' see if I can't get more sent down. I need to you keep the account. And take your pistol - I hear there are savage elves in the woods between here and plantations."
