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[color=1BF285]Time: 10 am
Location: Port Vanarosa-The Seagull
Interactions: Helio [@princess], Barboda [@Alivefalling], Éliane [@Benzaiten], and Lizzie [@Tae]
Mentions: none
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry, and a lack of rum. [/color]
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[color=C1E9EC]Nym let out a deep laugh at the prince who had taken to calling him [i]bastard[/i]. Long voyages were certainly made easier with a fool to provide entertainment, and a title like prince could easily prove useful. He did not expect hard work from a royal, they lived soft lives, didn’t know how to fight for every scrap they could get, but it was more than likely he’d at least know how to use that sword he carried. [color=1BF285]“And here I was ‘bout to get you drunk and leave you in a den of sin to be robbed. A lucky day for us both.”[/color] He whispered back to Helio. His attention was quickly drawn away from the entertaining Helio to the siren that had snuck upon him. 

[color=1BF285]“As I’m sure ya’ve heard, war is what’s on the menu. A most exciting time for piracy, the land plunged into chaos, so many ships loaded up and ripe for plundering. Play these cards right and we shall all live fat as cats before this one’s settled.”[/color] Nym replied to Tigerlily, as she asked about food and rum. A twinkle in his eye as he thought of all the wealth about to be floating about in the seas. Something far more exciting than a single meal. 

[color=1BF285]“Éliane, no great surprise that ya seem to know every one of interest where ever ya may be. Merely a traveler with skills worth boastin’ of and a talent with words. ‘Ere for a proper adventure I assume.”[/color] He added, as the elven woman introduced them to the captain and the well-armed man with a bucket on his head.  

Nym eyed the woman introduced as the captain; a woman whose name nor deeds had ever reached his ears. A gamble, certainly, to sail under one with no recognizable reputation, but he liked to gamble. He had a good feeling about this one, and if he was wrong a poor captain was easy to replace. A ship as fine as the one Barboda pointed to, that was something to be proud of, well worth a risk. His attention shifted from sizing up the captain to staring longingly at the vessel as she rocked with the waves. She was fine craftsmanship, a true beauty; sleek, agile, and built for speed. Nym rarely loved people, but a proper boat built with care quickly found a place within his heart. 

[color=1BF285]“Aye, Cap’n, I gotta good feeling about ya.“[/color] He spoke with a nod though his eye was still fixed on the ship. More than ready to leave the shore, even as the others spoke of shopping. Barboda, on the other hand, seemed more than ready to get down to business, an admirable trait. The ship was fully stocked, more than ready to set sail.

[color=1BF285]“Let's get the cap’n sorted and leave this hunk o’ dirt behind.”[/color] Nym added, breaking his gaze from the ship and gesturing towards the Odds N Ends store that had been suggested. [/color]