Edoric Thatch - One Delusional Pirate

Sailing in on a tiny airship dinghy, Edoric Thatch held his rough, brown hair aimed towards the sky with the pride that one would expect from the admiral of a Leviathan-Class Battleship. Tall and charming, the air of adventure (if not recklessness) hung about him as his black eyes, full of pride and confidence, looked towards the future. The wind gently blew his two Steambreaker swords against his legs like kittens playing with a hanging thread. Enjoying the days of his youth, the pirate captain laughed to himself as he took a sip of kumis.

In other words, he was completely fucking delusional. The tiny barely-airworthy airship gently drifted towards the airship dock with the grace of a duck who’d been given a bullet to his feathery bits. Edoric ignored the fact the balloon was slowly leaking and his ship was sinking in the air.

While others would brand him as a pirate, he prefer the term [i]Gentleman Pirate[/i]. Dressed like both a noble and a airship pirate, he held himself to the “Rules of being a Gentleman Pirate.” No one knew how many rules there were and if it was just another thing he could make up on the spot.
[color=fff200]“Rule number 41 of being a gentleman pirate your head high.”[/color]

At the age of 31, he had build himself quite a formidable resume of piracy. His crack shot aiming gave birth to tales of him being able to take out engines from a mile away. His sword spun stories of him capturing ship by beating the entire crew by himself. His magical banana on the other hand… Edoric said that he was still working on a book for that.

He had personally sailed from his flagship, the Chrysanthemum Throne, to the port of Alabion. He planned to once again go into the Fog and he need more things. More manpower, more weapons, more ammunition, more supplies, more alcohol, just about everything a pirate ship need to stay in working order. He'd also need to find a place to get more metal and cloth. Having an airship down in the civilized world was bad enough, having go down in the Fog was a death sentence if you couldn't repair it. The Fog Monsters would tear you open and eat you alive if you weren't well-armed enough. And that's excluded the Giants who also lived deeper in.    

Reaching the outstretched dock of the Airship Dock, he began throwing assorted objects into a large wooden chest. Tool kits, spare bullets, extra clothing, his collection of pictures of various gravure idols and pin-up girls, the magically frozen banana sometimes used as a weapon, and a bucket of paint amongst other things.

[color=7ea7d8]“Excuse me, are you going to pay-“[/color] the Harbor master began only to be cut off by Edoric.
[color=fff200]“Oh, mind helping me lift this?”[/color] Edoric slammed the top of the chest down.
The Harbormaster gave him an eye, [color=7ea7d8]“Excuse me, I am the Harbormaster, not some docile servant?”[/color]

Edoric jumped up on to the floating dock, curiously looking at the planks wobble as he landed on it like a child. After hopping on the wood a bit more as if to test it, he turned to the old Harbormaster and said, [color=fff200]“Correct. You are not a docile servant, but a senile old man slaving away for someone else I suppose.”[/color]

[color=7ea7d8][color=7ea7d8]“W-w-why you…”[/color][/color] the old man’s face wrinkled even more then it already was as he turned a lovely shade of purple.
[color=fff200]“I would recommend you to change your career, perhaps a goat herder?”[/color] Edoric stole a cart from a passing couple, [color=fff200]“I hear goats are all the rage these days.”
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The old Harbormaster stormed off as Edoric hauled his chest on to the flatbed cart. The old wooden create had seen a long life with the thin dinghy, Edoric almost felt like he was separating a family, but he had no family to compare the feeling too. 

[color=8493ca]“Sir, you must pay the docking fee.”[/color]  Edoric felt a hand  on his shoulder. Turning around he saw the face of a younger, but sterner man dressed in the same manner as the old man from before who was now standing behind the new serious man, a smug look hung on his face.

Edoric ignored the duo and pushed his cart forward, waving the men off, [color=fff200]“I haven’t heard of any docking fee.”[/color]
[color=8493ca]“Sir, you have an airship parked on this dock, do you not?” [/color]the man’s voice was flooded with anger and annoyance as he pointed to the tiny dinghy that seemed to be sinking even at the dock.

Edoric stopped in his tracks and with speed that could make birds jealous, he spun around on the heel of his boot. His long coat swept up in the wind and revealed two flintlock pistols in holsters that would otherwise be hidden. One single, swift motion of his hands and one of the pistols now found comfort in his hand. With the crack of the gunpowder, the tiny airship’s engine exploded, Edoric shot is own vessel.

[color=fff200]“What vessel do you speak of?”[/color] Edoric asked as the cabin of the airship plummet to the ground below in a fireball as the hydrogen in the balloon caught fire. The two men stared in disbelief at the fireball and the ensuing chaos below.

Edoric continued to push his chest on the cart down the jetty as he smiled. His feats of marksmanship were made possible by the magical artifact occupying what would have been his right eye, [i]Black Cat’s  Eye[/i]. It was something he had been forcibly given in his childhood after loosing his eye to an airship accident. While it did hurt when it was put in, it gave him many wondrous abilities:

He poked it with his finger, he could feel it tick and move on its own in his head and the gentle warmth of magic as he resumed walking with his chest, [color=fff200]“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me.”[/color]

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Edoric walked down the cobbled road as the tavern came into view, his chest of goodies safely stored away. He had been told that he could find shipmates to help him on his journey and Edoric decide to waste little time venturing to this city. It was humble little place, not too much to show on the outside. But as Edoric came to learn form raiding merchant ships, the outside doesn't have to be fancy for the inside to be filled with goodies.

He slowly trotted down the path and allowed himself into the fine establishment. The smell of an open flame filled his nose and the scent of alcohol soon followed. People of all sorts of background and status filled the seats and tables, Edoric spotted a few who seemed capable of operating an airship or knew how to fight. They drank to themselves or gambled away the coins. One elf even sat in the corner, ominously staring from the corner as he threateningly sharpened a quiver of arrows. Jumping up on to a wooden table, he thought to himself, [i]Rule number 106 of being a gentleman pirate, know how to make an entrance.[/i]

He fired off his two pistols into the roof to attract everyone attention, [color=fff200]“Heeelllloooo everyone, I’m wondering if any of you fine fellows would like to embark on a journey with Captain Edoric Thatch. I’m sure many of you have heard of my [i]wondrous[/i] exploits.”[/color]