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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6156334" data-attributes="member: 93930">"It's still a few hours before the tide turns, Mr. Stormforge.  Also, your captain is not yet on board.  Mr. Cato wanted to talk to him briefly, although I'd guess he'll be here in short ord-- ah, here he is now."Around the turn comes the captain, escorted by two burly thugs.  The captain holds a bulging scroll case, and is clearly fuming.  He storms up the gangplank, stopping only briefly to glare at a crossbow bolt stuck in the hull, and then at you.  Once on deck, he immediately begins shouting.  "Three hours 'til castoff!  Those of you who are the worse for drink, get yourselves below!  If you can walk steady, then get your sorry carcasses making ready for sail!" Turning to you and the halfing, he snarls, "The rest of you, get off my ship or get out of my sight!"The halfling bows mockingly.  "I am more than happy to oblige you of both, my good captain." <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/sugarsweet_100.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/phineas_150.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . ???? . . . . .. . Phineas Renlow . .</blockquote>