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[b]Location:[/b] [color=E594FF]Helm of the Saltrunner[/color]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=E594FF]The Entire Pirate Crew[/color]
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330 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, treasure map, and a cloak
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The past day was certainly a strange one. Tanithil mulled over the events briefly in his mind as he steered the ship. This newcomer, Sirena, had stowed away on the ship, and normally would’ve been simply thrown overboard. But her aiding Amisra when she did earned major brownie points in Tanithil’s eyes. She could have just as easily harmed her while she was vulnerable, and that certainly scared Tanithil at first. He decided to go along with Amisra’s plan to bring on the crew as well as made sure to stick to their cover story. At some point Arlen had become privy to it all as well, which gave him some slight relief as the man was good at picking apart Tanithil’s tall tales.

The time for reflection came and went, as they began to hit the more aggressive waters of the sea. Tanithil’s hand gripped on the steering column as he let out a list of orders for the crew. He shouted for the deckhands to make sure the remaining supplies were secured to the deck or down below, so that nothing flew overboard. Tanithil yelled up to the crow’s nest for their scout to alert him of anything major. He turned back to the small group of younger pirates the crew dubbed “The Galley Goshers” and told them to start working on meal prep for dinner in the mess hall. Once the majority of the crew began to do their work, he began to address the ‘stars’ of the crew.

[color=Magenta]”Right then. Let’s see what else needs doin’...Arlen! You think you could watch the sails for me? Try and keep em upwind as best ya can so we can get a fast trip through these waters. Would hate to run into trouble so early on.”[/color]

He began to steer in the proper course based on his map, and took a moment to place the steering lock in place so the ship wouldn’t errantly turn while he took a step back from the wheel. [color=Magenta]”Ismael. I’d like you to come take a look at this ‘er map. If you’re going to be livin’ amongst us it could do you some good to pick up some navigational skills. Once we land in the desert area we’ll also look into practicing some of your magic since you’ll be in your element. None of your flame shit on board though or so help me I’ll tie ya to the front of the ship and let the waves douse your flames.”[/color] Tanithil spoke half-joking and half serious, seeing how he didn’t want a fire on his first major expedition on the Saltrunner.

His attention shifted as he noticed Amisra wincing off to the side. He handed the map and went to the railing, looking over to her and speaking in his usual campy tone. [color=Magenta]”And what do you think you’re doin outta bed, missy? You’ve got 3 good reasons to be takin’ it easy these next few days.”[/color] He said as his fingers trailed along his ribcage, mimicking the three bruised ribs of hers. His look shifted to that of slight concern but ultimately he knew he could do very little to keep this woman from adventuring. It was in her blood, and that certainly worried him more than it should. [color=Magenta]”Stay on deck and try to keep an eye out for anything the scout might miss - but no heavy liftin’!”[/color] His eyes narrowed as he went back to make sure the wheel of the ship was still steady.

[color=Magenta]”And for our newest star of the show, I’d like you to simply observe how we run things ‘round here. Try to get a grip of how things flow and ebb on these Avalian waters. If someone suddenly comes up with some form of injury I’ll ask you for some triage advice, seein’ how we don’t have much of a healer ‘side from the Captain.”[/color] He stopped barking orders and resumed navigating with Ismael likely at his side.

The Captain had expressed his interest in letting Tanithil hold the reins for a spell. Something about finding a “proper first mate”. So he shrugged it off and took on the duties that came with it. But it was certainly a strange role to fill, and he had his curiosities for why the Captain suddenly wanted to take a back seat for something that could very well hold the fate of the entire country. He decided it might be best to do some snooping later, and see just what he could be up to. For now he spoke once more to the crew.

[color=Magenta]”Alllllright you gits! We’ve got about a 5 days travel ahead of us. So don’t be doing anything nutty till we make landfall then please and thank you! This’ll be the last bit of my voice you’ll hear for awhile so enjoy the peace n quiet while it lasts~!”[/color] He chuckled as he left the crew to do as they would, and hopefully stay somewhat within his orders.

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