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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6471119" data-attributes="member: 20323">Though she is a battle-worn schooner that will take many hands to get in working order, The Coral Curse ignites a certain fire in your bellies just seeing her pale countenance silhouetted by the moonlit storm clouds. Sailors talk of the call of the sea, but this ship, she seems to almost call to you. It is hard to imagine she was a plague vessel several months ago. After glancing over your shoulders at the terrible majesty of The Coral Curse, you head south toward the hills overlooking Nassau, making your way thru tall grasses until you hit a trailhead. Houses and hearth fires become scarce. Somewhere a pack of wild dogs yipe and howl. The dim light of the moon and stars guides you as you follow Nia Steeleyes up toward the ramshackle house on the hill. Its roof is canted awkwardly, and a single ghostly light glows within. The vines grow thicker at the sides of the trail, like a verdant hand reaching from the jungle inching year-by-year toward the house on the hill to engulf it. The way the wind rattles the leaves almost sounds as if spirit voices were whispering thru the jungle.[SBLOCK=Barrington]Prydwen stirs slightly with a contented expression on her face. With his clothes and boots on, belt and weapons secured, Barrington slips from Prydwen's room below the Stuffed Swan inn. The shadows of the men cut across a narrow footpath connecting the fort road to one of the many hilly ridges overlooking Nassau. They move in single file. It looks like there are six or seven well-armed men, though the one in the rear clutches his side as if injured. At the front of the pack is a fierce-looking barrel-chested men with unkempt hair who speaks with a slender musket-bearing figure as if they were conferring on strategy. Between exposure to the high winds and following at a safe distance, Barrington cannot make out anymore of what they say, though he does recognize the pained voice of the menacing pirate he bandaged earlier.After half an hour of hiking, the men have fallen silent, speaking in hushed whispers. Barrington realizes their destination: the house on the hill. From his vantage point behind a tree, Barrington sees the men loading their firearms. It looks like the slender musket-bearer and another of the pirates are moving off into the thick jungle around the ramshackle house. The others secure their firearms in their holsters, and listen for a moment. Barrington can hear voices filter thru the stormy tropical night; he soon recognizes the voices of Katerina, Hugo, Nia, and Old Zef conversing as they ascend a trail toward the house from a different direction.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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