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[color=1BF285]Time: 10 am
Location: Port Vanarosa-The Ship
Interactions: Helio [@princess], Barboda [@Alivefalling], Éliane [@Benzaiten], Lizzie [@Tae] and Tigerlily [@Potter]
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, a pouch of amas, various jewelry, and an empty stomach. [/color]
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[color=C1E9EC]Nym eyed up the parrot that Tigerlily carried upon her shoulder. It would offer no use to them, save for one, it did look rather plump. He got to thinking how it had been a while since he’d had a good meal and if he were a betting man, which he was, he’d wager it wouldn’t taste too much different from chicken. Éliane then went about fawning over the creature, calling it Knuckles of all things. 

[color=1BF285]“Knuckles? Overpriced snack seems a more fittin’ name but even the feathered beasty ain’t gonna cause half the racket as that.”[/color] Nym spoke as the messy noise from Helio’s accordion reached his ears. While it seemed it would cause too much of a fuss if he were to eat the damn bird, perhaps later he’d be allowed to take a bite out of the damn noise machine. The crunch would be a lot more pleasing to the ears than what Helio was currently doing with it. 

Nym shook his head and followed the others aboard the currently unmanned sailing vessel. She truly was a beautiful boat, and his boots made a heavenly sound as they clunked against the wood. Even the air smelled better aboard a ship like...was that roasted chicken? Nym’s stomach roared in excitement as the smell of a great feast cut through the briny air. He listened to the articles put forth by Captain Lizzie and found no quarrel with any of them. Even as he listened his nose picked out the different scents that wafted in, there was chicken, red meat, and fish. 

[color=1BF285]“Got ‘round forty plus years sailing experience and ain’t a lick of it done without sweat on the brow. Yer terms are fair, Capt’n.”[/color] Nym said with a nod, although he would’ve likely agreed to any terms if it meant a seat at the feast he could smell. He followed Barboda until finally, he caught a sight that rivaled even the ship’s beauty. A fine spread of things to eat, and the bounty hunter had even gone as far as to decorate the table with the food that food eats. He eyed the salad with suspicion as he helped himself to a chicken leg, biting into the well-cooked offering, eating both soft flesh and crunchy bone with ease. 

[color=1BF285]“Now this be my sort o’ bird.”[/color] Nym spoke as bone crunched between his teeth until nothing remained of the chicken leg he’d grabbed. He may not know much about Barboda but he was currently Nym’s favorite new crewmate. He also couldn’t help but wonder why the man seemed more interested in a fella in a cage than eating.

[color=1BF285]“Better than the grub on port, sure hope it ain’t poisoned.”[/color] He added. It occurred to him only after he had devoured a chicken leg that it might’ve been wiser to let another eat first given that the chef had chosen not to dine with them. Nym only licked the remnants of chicken from his fingers and decided there were worse ways to go. [/color]

[color=1BF285]“Got a name for this boat, Capt’n?”[/color]