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Sailing the Seven Seas: A Swash-Buckling Pirate Roleplay

Sounds good, I'll submit a CS shortly, then.

Sailing the Seven Seas: A Swash-Buckling Pirate Roleplay

Interested for sure. I know you aren't accepting any more captains at the moment, but would there be potential for a character to become one later?

Edged Horizon

The Harbor Trading Company was not the best of names or even the biggest shipping company in town, but for its size and capacity to operate, Chad found it a fantastic place to deal business with. Located just off the main pier, the whitewashed stone brick warehouse was a familiar sight, and to Chad’s delight, the amicable manager of the company was there to greet him when he stepped inside. The manager, a balding man about twice his age, waved as the captain walked down the cobblestone road leading to the warehouse gate. The old man’s senile look betrayed his own disposition. Chad grimaced as the manager bellowed a hearty greeting as he approached.

“Mr. Howard! It is good to see you back in town!!”

Chad resisted the urge to cover his ears, and he hesitated a moment before responding. While he found the man friendly enough, his loud and boorish behavior had thrown him off more than once when visiting the company. “Likewise, Mr. O’Connor,” started Chad, putting on his business voice. “I see you saw my ship arrive this morning. I’ve a good complement of cargo today,” he continued, cutting to the chase.

“Indeed!! Come, come, let us not talk in the open when we have a comfortable office with a damn great view of the harbor inside!” With another hearty laugh, O’conner showed Chad into the building.

Business negotiations did not take long, to his relief. He had proposed a deal at slightly above trading value for his cargo of spice, rum, and sugar, all commodities desired in Frelia. After a mere twenty minutes of negotiation, he managed to broker a deal that would net 3,335 gold pieces. Taking tariffs, crew wages and the Mauritania Company’s cut in the deal into consideration, that left him with about 240 gold and 19 silver in profits. But most importantly, through his exchange with Mr. O’conner, he learned that there was an airship launch a few kilometers from town. It had been abandoned when the last typhoon wrecked the facility and the airframes still inside of it. Since it was considered derelict, he was free to have a go at salvaging the equipment inside, and that was something that Chad very much intended to do.

Having made it clear to Yazulayne and Rilolia to meet up at the tavern on Main St. at dawn, Chad made the trek up to the launch with Lyra in tow. The airship launch was situated on a forested hill overlooking the city. At the entrance, they were greeted by a pair of wrought iron gates, rusted in an open position. Beyond the gate was a pair of airship hangars surrounded by overgrown foliage and in a state of significant disrepair. The yellowed stone and rusted beams of the structure gave an eerie feel to the site that left Chad slightly unsettled. Walking up to the closer building, he noted that the large wooden doors were rotted but still secured by an old padlock. Ignoring the double doors, he circled around the building before finding a large gap created by the wall’s crumbling masonry. A rusted steel buttress laid in angled position down the gap, allowing Chad Lyra to simply walk over the fallen supporting beam to get inside.

The condition of the room they entered was not much better than what was outside. The area they were in appeared to be some sort of mechanic’s room at one point, but the equipment in the room seemed to be utterly destroyed by the fallen buttress or was rusted by the elements. A single wooden door with peeling paint seemed to lead out of the room, but it was locked. After fumbling with the handle for a few minutes, Chad gave up and kicked the door down, revealing the hangar proper. They were greeted with a pair of two older airships parked side-by-side, but as Chad knew little on the subject of flying contraptions, he could not discern their condition.

“Well, there’s our airship. Time to call our resident airship captain.”

Edged Horizon

Chad collapsed into his desk chair with an exasperated sigh, throwing down the log book that he had just scribbled into with an exaggerated motion. He had a difficult time believing that he had agreed to provide free passage to two passengers of unknown origin, let alone being goaded into helping a vampire, trespassing into foreign land and conspiring to launch an attack on an Astopolian fortress to rescue a condemned heretic. If there was a bucket list of things that he would avoid doing, it was the aforementioned list of things that he’d been persuaded into.

Sinking into his seat, he popped the cork off a bottle of scotch and poured a portion into the empty glass on his cabin desk. Although it was Lyra that first attempted to persuade him to the ridiculous, it was Rilolia that had convinced him. While he still had reservations about her, his fears were allayed after having a chance to personally speak with the vampire. In comparison to Yazulayne and Lyra, she was the voice of reason among the three girls that had freeloaded on his boat, and was the only person with the legitimate reason to throw pot shots at Astopol. Chad scoffed at Lyra’s reasoning for assisting Rilolia. It was a bloody joke and he felt that Lyra should get a new hobby if her current one led her to lay siege to fortresses. Why not something like calming like sewing or intellectual like chess? But no matter the reason, Chad had already agreed to help the stray vampire(against his better judgment) and he wasn’t the person to rescind an offer of aid. Unfortunately for Chad, it had come to him to acquire transportation, and what was laid out on the desk before him was what he’d managed to put together in the week since Rilolia had slammed into the side of the deck. He’d gone through more than two thirds of the parchment he had on hand writing letters to relevant people and the operations of an airship (with some help from a certain airship captain), but most of the effort and paper had been expended on figuring out how to get such a damned stupid plan to work. Nothing was more conspicuous than chartering a giant, floating flying contraption, especially on the islands, where such a vessel was not particularly as common as on the mainland. He would have to share his latest idea with Lyra and Rilolia; it seemed decent enough that Lyra wouldn’t outright dismiss it as being a horrible piece of crap like the last time he proposed a solution. Pitching a crumpled piece of paper into a wastebasket on the far side of the room, Chad finished off the rest of the scotch in his glass and stood up. He would have to put aside those worries for the time being and prepare to make anchor at Frelia; the lighter blue water and the appearance of seagulls made it apparent that they would be making landfall in short time.

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The weather at Frelia was quite sunny and warm, befitting the reputation the island had for being a popular tourist location. The Laurentine Castle had dropped anchor without a hitch and the ship’s crew was already making good speed at unloading the ship’s cargo and passengers despite the distance between them and Frelia proper-- Chad had the ship anchored some ways from the port itself as it didn’t seem to have the space to accommodate the vessel. Looking back at the ship from his launch boat, Chad cracked his knuckles as he prepared for the large slew of business to come.

Edged Horizon

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