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[color=1BF285]Time: 10 am
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Éliane [@Benzaiten], Tigerlily [@Potter], Tesoro[@Infinate Cosmos], Lizzie [@Tae]
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry. [/color]
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[color=C1E9EC]Nym didn’t find the answer to his question in Éliane’s words, but he didn’t really expect an answer. Only time could tell him if one was cut out for a life of piracy, the skills could all be taught, with enough time even the softest of folks could learn to kill without remorse. They only had to have the will; to learn, to survive not just in times of feast but in famine as well, to be able to weather the fiercest storms and not flinch. It required will to be as changing as the sea herself, to know when a situation required gentle waves or a violent squall. In time the newcomers to pirate life would either show enough will to embrace the life of a pirate or be swallowed by the sea and forgotten. 

As both Éliane and Tigerlily still spoke of swimming the captain returned with a man who he assumed to have been the previously mentioned prisoner. Nym kept his eye focused on the newcomer who had arms like cannons and while the man carried himself with the swagger of success, his manner of dress did nothing to support that notion. He looked as if he’d been scrapped up out of the gutters but might prove useful to have around during a fight at least. His head tilted to the side and he smirked as the captain introduced the man as Tesoro, a recognizable name to most anyone who spent enough time in Port Vanarosa. 

Tesoro, as the legends told, came out of nowhere one day, captain of a mighty ship called El Dorado, and a talent for finding gold. To Nym talent was worth far less than hard work, as talent bred fools and hard work bred wisdom. The rest of the legend of the former captain only backed up that belief, as the fool had led his men to a losing battle and lost it all to a mutiny. The man then made himself a frequent fixture of fighting pits, taverns, and brothels. Nym could only wonder if Tesoro even retained his sea legs.

Before Captian Lizzie headed back out with a plate of food he nodded his head to show he understood her orders. They were leaving in twenty minutes, recreational activities would have to wait until the work was done. 

[color=1BF285]“Tesoro? Funny I heard a rumor ye’d given up the seas for the life of a gutter rat. Sill know how to work a ship I hope?”[/color] He said as he eyed up the man. Nym finished his rum and slammed the cup down on the table and stood up. [color=1BF285]“If Cap’n wants us weighin’ anchor in twenty, ya lot best be ready in ten. Time to finally leave this hunk o’ dirt behind and find us a real adventure.”[/color] Nym wasn’t interested in any hand-holding, if they’d all sailed before they should know enough to find something that needs done and get work. If they weren’t ready on time he’d be back down to the living quarters to drag folks up deck by the ear. 

Nym headed back to the deck and took a quick study of the dock and the movements of the wind. He set to work checking the rigging, readying the sails, and prepping the ship to sail safely out of the dock once they began to raise the anchor.[/color]