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[Color=red][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[Color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Parlay Cay
[Color=red][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Katurah[@Tae][/center]


It seemed that Aharuhn had lost interest in harassing the kitten and with the unhinged man back to obsessing over his books and scrolls, Aodh and Katurah left the man to his ramblings. He often wondered why the captain kept the odd man on board and had come to assume that keeping the crew on edge and alert was a useful reason; complacent pirates often became dead pirates. He put a great deal of trust in their captain, although sometimes her choice in new crew seemed strange eventually, he saw how even those he originally doubted came to prove themselves to be the most valuable of crew. Nur, for instance, he originally thought to be lazy and too much of a distraction for many of the men, but having seen her skill as a healer, Aodh now believed she was worth her weight in gold. He had learned to put a great deal of faith in the captain’s decisions and was curious to find out what great spark she had seen in Katurah. Although this crew was much less conventional than others he had been with, this one ran well and had been the most enjoyable yet. It would seem that as soon as Aharuhn was no longer a threat, Katurah was again immediately excited to see the boat set sail. While her enthusiasm for piracy was a good start, her mannerisms, like trying to hold his hand, certainly did not scream pirate. 

[color=red]“Trust me kitten, you do not want the crew to see you require hand holding on your first day. Act like you belong here, and do not let anyone think they can fuck with you, or trouble will continue to follow you.”[/color] He said, keeping his tone soft, and pulling his hand free of her grip as he followed her back to the main deck. Much of the work in setting sail had already been done and he had no doubts that Malek had noted their absence. [color=red]“You’re a pirate now, no one will give you anything, you must either demand it or take it. Watch how other’s do their jobs until we find what your suited for, until then you can expect to be doing a good amount of grunt work. No one likes a whiner, if your tasked with deck swabbing or peeling potatoes, just get it done. Keep a weapon on you at all times, never know when we’ll be running into trouble…[/color] Aodh paused and eyed Katurah noticing that she carried no sword or pistols. [color=red]“Do you have a proper weapon?”[/color] He asked, feeling like he already knew the answer to this. Had she really boarded a pirate ship setting sail towards the Shadowmounts with nothing but claws to depend herself with? Aodh didn’t really wait for an answer as he led her over towards the ships main sail to explain how one was to man the sails. He thought perhaps a job involving climbing would be suited for a cat. 
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[Color=cadetblue][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[Color=cadetblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Avalon Avenger
[Color=cadetblue][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [/center]
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Once the ship was set towards her course things on deck calmed down, everything ran about as smoothly as it could and the sailors fell into their rolls. Sylas was content to be out of the overpowering sunlight in the gun deck. Once the cannons were secured and inspected for signs of rust or defect, he allowed himself a brief moment to rest his weary muscles. He noticed another man watching him, a tall and muscular Gorilla demihuman, who he recognized as one of the gunners. 

[Color=rosybrown]“You there, dark elf, what is your name?”[/color] The beast man who Sylas believed was called Titus, addressed and approached him. Sylas worried he had made some sort of error in his care of the cannons, but the gunner did not appear angry with him, but curious instead. 

[Color=cadetblue]“Sylas.”[/color] He replied to the man. [Color=cadetblue]“Sylas Fyn.”[/color]

[color=rosybrown]“I thought you looked familiar, now you must be Declan Fyn’s boy?"[/color] Titus flashed a toothy grin as he realized how he recognized the boy, and Sylas had been told by quite a few that he looked a lot like his father did as a young man.

[Color=cadetblue]“Yes sir. You know my father?”[/color] He asked, although it was obvious that man did. Sylas was interested in hearing any stories about his father’s younger days, wondering if his imposing father had always been the man he knew or if he too had struggled with same anxious energy Sylas himself did. Personally, he doubted this, figuring that his father had always been collected on board a ship. 

[Color=rosybrown]”Aye, served many years with him, back he was a master gunner on Glasston’s Glory. Bit of a mean ol’ bastard though."[/color] The man let out a laugh and gave him what was likely intended as a friendly slap on the shoulder. The man’s primate strength though made the gesture much more abrasive, and Sylas already hated when people touched him. Although he jumped a bit, he managed a forced and nervous smile for the sake of being polite. 

[Color=cadetblue]“He has high expectations.”[/color] Sylas said in agreement, fidgeting himself further away from the man. He wondered what exactly the man meant by his comment, and he had a feeling like he was being studied. He decided the man was trying to determine if he was a man like his father in more than just appearance. Although he aspired to be as similar to his father as he could, he knew great men were rarely well liked. Sylas had ambition enough to want more out of his military career and he was aware that without the support of others this would be difficult. He doubted that he could climb to the ranks his father had on skill alone; he was still a fairly green sailor. He would have to work on his interactions with the crew in order to play the more political game that most prestigious jobs usually required.  

[Color=rosybrown]“I’d call that an understatement but I guess that’s why he’s a captain now and I’m still manning the guns. Surprised he wasn’t chomping at the bit for this mission though. Quite a bit of glory in it, if we live.”[/color] Titus continued and Sylas could hear a hint of bitterness in the man's tone. 

Sylas thought on the remark his father had made when he’d shared his own excitement at having been accepted for such a mission. [Color=cadetblue]“He says the king is not likely to send his best towards certain death.”[/color] He repeated the words that had dulled his excitement with fear, he did not want to believe that the king lacked faith in their assignment. Even if Sylas was more than ready to make any sacrifice needed for his country he had always hoped he’d at least achieve something worthy before his time came. 

[Color=rosybrown]“Ha, sounds like him. I’m sure he’s bitter as bile to have been passed over for this one.”[/color] Titus grinned again at the thought of elder dark elf being passed over for something.

[Color=cadetblue]“Huh, you think?"[/color] Sylas said, wondering if there was even a chance that his father had actually been jealous that his son was entrusted on a noble assignment while he was overlooked. He was rather fond of that thought.