“A sword?” Jericho asked, shaking his head. “No, I’m not much of a “close-up” fighter.” He said. “I like to use my pistols, and if need be, I have a trident to help keep things away.” He said, smiling.

“And yes, I know my way around a ship. Worked on one since I was sixteen. Up until I started training to become a bard.” He told the captain. After the introduction, he nodded at the orders to head out to the boat. He went to his room, gathering his things. He picked up his trident and smiled at it. “Well sweetheart, ready for the sea?” He asked, grabbing his bag and leaving.

The second he stepped onto the ship, a huge smile appeared on his face. He walked around and started doing the normal little things, like checking the knots to make sure everything was tied down, seeing what kind of inventory they were dealing with, and finally, he stepped behind the wheel, giving it a few turns. “Well, she floats.” He said with a smile. “That’s always a good first sign.” He said, pulling his pipe out of a pocket and lighting it.