[color=8dc73f][h3]Mission: Blackmarsh[/h3][/color]

"Baby..." Begoda murmured under her breath as the boat drifted into view. It wasn't as big as her old barge, but it looked sturdy and fast. "Oh what fun we could have together." It took everything she had not to leap off the wagon before it stopped and sprint to the waters edge, physical diminishment be damned, but she figured she would be more useful if she actually equipped herself first. She'd changed intro something a little more convenient for travel, trading in the comfy greys for hard brown leathers that would at least provide same protection, but had left the weaponry she'd requested of Oldrik until now because rolling down the road fully kitted out would have looked damn suspicious. So while Zarwin helped the blind out of the boat, she set about putting everything on.

She was disappointed that Oldrik hadn't been able to get her "one of them magic swords that makes you invincible what like in those fairy stories," but otherwise the man had come through swimmingly with her fairly specific requests. There was a long knife, a "real posh one" as per her request, shiny and new with a beautiful pattern etched into the blade. Could be hawked for coin in a pinch but for now went on her belt. Next came a long wicked looking black chain, about a third of which menaced with spikes designed to gnash and tear at anything stupid enough to get hit by the end. She felt its weight now like she had when she was a little girl, smacking other young hoodlums on the streets of Redport with a weapon similar to this but far less menacing, but figured that some good boat work was just the thing to get her back into shape. She rolled it up and attached it to the other side of her belt, so that it jangled as she walked.

Then there were the bandoleers. Two of them, with six grenades each. They were small, black, round, with short oil soaked fuses that could be lit with a spake even when wet. To this end she had also requested a pair of sparkers, a leather pseudo-glove worn over the thumb and index finger. The shaft of the index was inlaid with flint, while the thumb had a steel cap, effectively letting you create sparks by snapping your fingers. Both were convenient tools she'd taken from an shipment of alchemical goods once upon a time, and she'd fallen so in love with them that she'd set their escorting alchemist free on the condition that he be her contact with the local guild so she could buy more. She wondered what had happened to old Morty? She'd given those alchemists a lot of money in her time. She'd have to check in with them if she ever made her way back to the Crimson River. For now, she looped the bandoleers over her shoulder and across her chest.

Last but not least, and this one really impressed her. She'd made the request mostly in jest, not really figuring he would be able to get it. She knew that there was a market among the higher classes for pirate flags. Hell, she'd partaken in it, stealing the flags of other groups that dared cross her and selling them up the chain. She figured that's what had happened to hers, a conversation starter now hanging in some avid collectors trophy room only getting the opportunity to flap if someone opened a door. There it was, though, in black and white and red. A red skeleton set on a black background, a bone white snake wrapping around it and poised to strike right it right in the head. She took a deep breath and ran her hand over it for a moment. If any of her boys, her sweet good boys, were still kicking around out there...if any had gotten away that night...

She shook her head. Focus. She had to focus on the job at hand. No need to get sentimental now. Finish this job and she might get to hoist her flag again some day and sail with what was left of her boys. If not, well, they'd be resting on her head. She took the flag and tied it round her skull like a bandanna, her mark prominently displayed for all to see. Now she was ready. She gave Oldrik a look as she hopped down. Big badass pirates didn't hug people and bow or do any of that polite stuff, but she gave it her best. "You're a reliable man Oldrik." She said. "Your ladies lucky to have ya. We ever drink together, it's on me." Then she turned and started toward the boat.

When she reached the dock she stopped obediently in front of the boat, kissed her palm, and slammed it to the railing before stepping on.  "Oi, you two." She called to Aeryn and Zarwin, patting the railing. "Come over here and introduce yourselves to the ship proper." She walked around, giving the boat a once over before turning to the fisherman. "S'good ship. She got a name?"