Day 19, Fall of 511 AV
Before Evening
The Gankplank Pier, Baroque Bay
Before Evening
The Gankplank Pier, Baroque Bay
It was fortunate that Eri managed to complete his quota for the day, and so the bonus he deserved from the task he did earlier in the day was not forfeited. Leaving the establishment with his job done, he immediately headed towards the Gankplank Pier. To be honest, he was pretty intrigued by Captain Dewarky’s offer, and there was nothing like a mystery and promise of a reward to attract him. He reached the busy area, though there were less people already for most of the privateers were done with whatever they docked for, and were either resting in their ships or enjoying the comforts of comely wenches in various taverns. It was still day though it would be night soon, and Eri made sure to at least appear in his vantha form if he wanted the captain to recognize him.
He strode to where the confrontation earlier that day had taken place and after dithering there for a while a sailor wearing colours that signified him belonging to the crew of The Floating Peace approached him. “Tua’s word-runner?” The sailor queried, though it was probably a rhetorical question. After the fiasco with the lion kelvic in the afternoon he was sure that all the pirates who had been watching the scene would recognize him. His vantha heritage did not help, either, and it made him stick out uncomfortably in the group of pirates who dressed similarly, walk similarly, talk similarly, and sometimes even look similar.
“Lead the way,” Eri acknowledged, and the sailor brought him to one of the ships docked at the side. It was a magnificent ship, beautifully built but it was obvious that it had been through several rough patches, evidence of it showing in the shoddy repairs that were hastily made no doubt in urgent response to foul weather or ship battles. The cannons that were on board made it pretty clear that this was no merchant ship, and the proud flag hanging above the mast that had two fingers crossed together in an emblem distinguished it from any other navies or mercantile associations. This was clearly a pirate ship, one carrying people whose job was to plunder and kill for profit.
The ship was connected to the docks with a wide wooden plank, and the sailor lead the vantha into the ship, ushering him into the main cabin. The room was small, as space was still an issue in such ships, but it was quite lavishly furnished in comparison to the normal sparsely decorated rooms. It was nowhere near the kind of luxury found in rich merchant ships, but it had several shelves that held various books on circumnavigation and information of cities, a huge map of Mizahar hung on the wall furthest away from the door, and a large table that served as the captain’s desk along with several chairs with soft cushions placed on them for comfort. There were personal effects scattered and hung throughout the room, and a snug-looking bed at the far end of the room. This was undoubtedly the captain’s office, planning room, bedroom and meeting place for higher ranking staff of the ship all at once.
He strode to where the confrontation earlier that day had taken place and after dithering there for a while a sailor wearing colours that signified him belonging to the crew of The Floating Peace approached him. “Tua’s word-runner?” The sailor queried, though it was probably a rhetorical question. After the fiasco with the lion kelvic in the afternoon he was sure that all the pirates who had been watching the scene would recognize him. His vantha heritage did not help, either, and it made him stick out uncomfortably in the group of pirates who dressed similarly, walk similarly, talk similarly, and sometimes even look similar.
“Lead the way,” Eri acknowledged, and the sailor brought him to one of the ships docked at the side. It was a magnificent ship, beautifully built but it was obvious that it had been through several rough patches, evidence of it showing in the shoddy repairs that were hastily made no doubt in urgent response to foul weather or ship battles. The cannons that were on board made it pretty clear that this was no merchant ship, and the proud flag hanging above the mast that had two fingers crossed together in an emblem distinguished it from any other navies or mercantile associations. This was clearly a pirate ship, one carrying people whose job was to plunder and kill for profit.
The ship was connected to the docks with a wide wooden plank, and the sailor lead the vantha into the ship, ushering him into the main cabin. The room was small, as space was still an issue in such ships, but it was quite lavishly furnished in comparison to the normal sparsely decorated rooms. It was nowhere near the kind of luxury found in rich merchant ships, but it had several shelves that held various books on circumnavigation and information of cities, a huge map of Mizahar hung on the wall furthest away from the door, and a large table that served as the captain’s desk along with several chairs with soft cushions placed on them for comfort. There were personal effects scattered and hung throughout the room, and a snug-looking bed at the far end of the room. This was undoubtedly the captain’s office, planning room, bedroom and meeting place for higher ranking staff of the ship all at once.