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[color=1BF285]Time: 7 pm
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Tigerlily [@Potter], Tesoro[@Infinite Cosmos], Lizzie [@Tae], Barboda [@Alivefalling], Helio [@princess] 
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 could appreciate a captain like Lizzie who knew when to put the work in and when it was time to party. He still held some doubts about the mysterious captain who appeared seemly out of nowhere but her confidence held those doubts back, and her efforts throughout the day told him she was a skilled sailor. She knew the life, the work, and it clearly wasn’t new to her and so it still gnawed at him that he’d never heard a word about this pirate. Nym took pride in knowing at least something about everyone worth knowing about in his corner of the world. Enough uncertainty to keep him from being fully at ease. Sooner or later they’d encounter trouble, and it was in those situations, and how Lizzie handled them, that would tell him all he needed about what sort of captain she would make. 

Helio, on the other hand, was amusing. Nym was certain the fairy had spent the entire day drunk but still managed to pull his weight. A functional drunk and a fool, someone who could be counted on to keep things entertaining throughout their voyage. As soon as the captain suggested celebration the fairy had scampered off to bring them all rum. Being served rum by a prince was a grand situation to be in. One day, after Helio had tired of adventuring and returned home, as all tourists to this life were bound to do, he’d spin this all into a tale of how they kept a fairy royal as a cabin boy and boast about what great servants royals could make. As soon as the fairy returned with a bottle the elf and the bounty hunter voiced their preference for drinking only water. Nym shook his head with a hint of disappointment. 

[color=1BF285]“Tis a shame we picked up such weak stock. A sailor unable to keep their wits after a few drinks? Awfully sad, don’tcha think?”[/color] Nym said his head turned towards Tigerlilly but his eye focused on Tesoro. A crew that drank together, celebrated together, built a sense of trust and comradery. Captain Lizzie had the right idea to encourage this. He could chalk Barboda’s abstaining to him being a bounty hunter, a way of life filled with rules and traditions he didn’t really understand. But Tesoro, the elf seemed to have no interest in being a real part of the crew. Nym could only find that suspicious, but after the elf had insulted both he and Tigerlily, everything about the other man struck the wrong cord. 

[color=1BF285]“At least the magnificent prince knows how to have a good time. Tell us, your highness, have yer treasure vaults begun to dwindle or has a life of balls and tea parties lost its thrill?”[/color] He asked of Helio as Nym took the bottle from the mermaid and took a swig before offering it to the captain with a shake. 

[color=1BF285]“Cap’n, I’m sure there’s a fine tale to be told, about how ya managed to steal this lovely vessel. And in the company of a bounty hunter who seems unconcerned with the price we all likely have upon our heads.”[/color] He added, hoping for a good story and maybe even some more information about the mysterious woman and the bucket-headed fellow who liked to cook.[/color]