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<blockquote data-quote="Bob Aberton" data-source="post: 1310979" data-attributes="member: 1518">Malthas,&quot;I knew a Cap'n Blinns,&quot; Captain McCrenshaw says, squinting into the sun.&nbsp; &quot;Friendliest fellow you ever saw, but the figurehead o' his ship had more t' th' topriggin' than he did, if y' see what I mean.&nbsp; Always wondered how he got command o' such a fine ship.&nbsp; 'Pears to me his ship, th' ELIZA MARIE - thet were her name, I think - were lost off th' Isle o' the Twice-born a year 'r to ago.&nbsp; Haven't spoken with him since then, though I seem t' recall he survived th' wreck.It's true the waters we're sailin' into 're lousy with pirates, but then again, put cutlasses in th' hands o' those Orcish hands an' I've a feelin' it'll be the pirates as'll be limpin' into port with a bare dozen hands, eh?&quot;Nicodemus,The sailmaker enters, carrying a glass bottle of something alcoholic, likely brandy by its color, and plunks it down on the table.&quot;Heard old Spit'n'Polish Lang's a bit put out with you, Mr. Arfaliunium.&nbsp; What did you an' your wild friends do this time?&nbsp; Some local fellows address you indelicately in a grog-shop again, hey?&quot;&nbsp; She chuckles easily and fills up two glasses.&nbsp; &quot;And these new hands of ours.&nbsp; Crew's been talking considerable and actually saying precious little.&nbsp; Thought I'd bypass the scuttlebutt, as it were.&nbsp; This here's out of my own private stash.&nbsp; Good stuff, isn't it?&quot;Vemuz,As you turn away from the Orcs, you see Arthur Orville reclining at ease on a coil of spare line on the forecastle.&nbsp; He yawns indolently and gazes up at the clouds.&nbsp; He appears not to have noticed you yet.Malachi,(OOC:&nbsp; I recently acquired a scanner, so I've made a couple of hand drawn charts of The World to use for props for the navigation and all.&nbsp; I'll email them as soon as I can.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bob Aberton, post: 1310979, member: 1518"] Malthas, "I knew a Cap'n Blinns," Captain McCrenshaw says, squinting into the sun. "Friendliest fellow you ever saw, but the figurehead o' his ship had more t' th' topriggin' than he did, if y' see what I mean. Always wondered how he got command o' such a fine ship. 'Pears to me his ship, th' ELIZA MARIE - thet were her name, I think - were lost off th' Isle o' the Twice-born a year 'r to ago. Haven't spoken with him since then, though I seem t' recall he survived th' wreck. It's true the waters we're sailin' into 're lousy with pirates, but then again, put cutlasses in th' hands o' those Orcish hands an' I've a feelin' it'll be the [I]pirates[/I] as'll be limpin' into port with a bare dozen hands, eh?" Nicodemus, The sailmaker enters, carrying a glass bottle of something alcoholic, likely brandy by its color, and plunks it down on the table. "Heard old Spit'n'Polish Lang's a bit put out with you, Mr. Arfaliunium. What did you an' your wild friends do this time? Some local fellows address you indelicately in a grog-shop again, hey?" She chuckles easily and fills up two glasses. "And these new hands of ours. Crew's been talking considerable and actually saying precious little. Thought I'd bypass the scuttlebutt, as it were. This here's out of my own private stash. Good stuff, isn't it?" Vemuz, As you turn away from the Orcs, you see Arthur Orville reclining at ease on a coil of spare line on the forecastle. He yawns indolently and gazes up at the clouds. He appears not to have noticed you yet. Malachi, (OOC: I recently acquired a scanner, so I've made a couple of hand drawn charts of The World to use for props for the navigation and all. I'll email them as soon as I can.) [/QUOTE]

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