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[color=1BF285]Time: 10 am
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Éliane [@Benzaiten], Tigerlily [@Potter]
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry. [/color]
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Nym ate his fill of the grand feast, unbothered by the rest of the crew’s seeming lack of interest in a good meal. He knew the sea to be unpredictable, while they may be feasting this day there was no guarantee that the next day would not see him picking mold off a stale biscuit to survive. He had no idea where they were headed nor how long it would take, this strange captain had offered no details of her plan or even a direction in which they were headed. Once his mind wasn’t occupied by thoughts of food it was troubled by the uncertainty with this captain. Only time would tell if Captain Lizzie could offer more than just talk and swagger. 

Sure it was nice to be aboard a ship again, but they had yet to set sail, and sitting at the dock was only a small step above being onshore. He was more than ready to leave, to travel the vast oceans of Avalia and find himself battling tooth and nail against another vessel whose cargo could hold anything from a few measly supplies to untold riches. That was the sort of thrill he truly lived for, and even while so many dreamed of a score large enough to pay for an easy life, to give up that level of excitement and uncertainty would be akin to laying down and waiting for death. 

Eventually, Tigerlily returned from wherever she had wandered off to, but he noticed she had returned without the squawking menace. After the siren had helped herself to the rum, Nym did the same. He had raised an eyebrow when Tigerlily mentioned going swimming when there was work to be done to get The Harem off the island. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a serious suggestion or her way of complaining about the weather here. From anyone else he would’ve taken such a suggestion as laziness, however, Nym knew Tigerlily well enough to know that was not the case so if the siren needed a quick splash in the ocean he would not argue about it. [color=1BF285]“What can I say, I am the luckiest bastard on the sea.”[/color] He took a swig from his cup of rum and casually nodded at Tigerlily. Growing up in a brothel made the very idea of modesty of foreign concept to Nym.
 
[color=1BF285]“Certainly would be a damn shame if ya baked in the sun an’ ended up looking like the Sarelion here.”[/color] He said, gesturing to the fish on the table.  [color=1BF285]“Wouldn’t worry much ‘bout the war either, play it smart and it’s gonna make us all very rich and keep our voyage exciting for quite a time."[/color] Not only would a war give all of Avalia something bigger to worry about than pirates, but with all the dangerous creatures that lurked in the forests between cities, many found the seas a faster and safer voyage for transport, and the war would only ensure more valuable cargo being sent out and about. [color=1BF285]“Watcha say Éliane, how flexible do ya find that moral fiber o’ yours today?”[/color] He asked as he glanced at the light elf. It wasn’t that he doubted her courage or sense of adventure but he wasn’t entirely sure she had it in her to fight and kill for the chance to take whatever cargo might lay aboard any ship that had the misfortune to cross their path.[/color]