Edoric Thatch - A Pirate with a Hearing Problem
Edoric gave a sideways look to the girl, "I certain must be then since I certainly hope you aren't leading it then. I wish to put myself in charge since you and your crew clearly have a lack of training or experience in the Fog to lead a camping trip into the deeper regions compared to me and my own."
He got up and followed the Anna, who seemingly ignored his comment, as they marched him through the various corridors and halls of the massive ship. Edoric personally hated these floating cities of ships, they reminded him too much of his child slave life on the Kamluma Nights. Fond memories those were he thought to himself as he found himself on the bridge. Zoning out as to the thought of the market price of citric fruits, Anna was telling something important to her crew. Edoric heard something along the lines "something something something, alone on a ship, something something something, chair taped to a Corsair, something something IN MY FUCKING EYE."
Edoric probably made up that last part up, but once again he was marched up and down the halls until he was shoved into a plane. It wasn't like the ones he usually flew on his own ships, those where hand-made from scrap although they flew as well as any other. No, this was a factory made one, undoubtedly modified by some Kurshina engineer from afar. He appreciated the cool blue coloring of it, although it stood out a bit too much for him to want to actually use it.
He climbed on to the back of the plane and sat on the recently added seat. Even though it was bolted on, Edoric felt like duct tape could probably do a better job. As the plane took off and flew through the air, Edoric was once again lost in his own thoughts, ignoring the voices of both Anna and various others through the radio. He was hoping Galahad was doing a good job at keep everyone under control since he was away.
Shouldn't worry too much about my first mate, Edo thought as he took out a small flask from his pocket and pop it open. The golden whiskey brought something more important to his mind, How the hell do I get back to them though?
He looked around from the enclosed cockpit, the clouds seemed like giant balls of cotton with the darker ones being sizable bits of lint. Out of his bag, he once again brought out the Fog Map to amuse himself. He idly rotated the rings until words formed from the markings and runes.
"To go forwards, you must go back." Edoric whispered as he took a mental note.
"You're still playing with that" Anna looked over her shoulder at the man.
"Is there a problem with it love?" Edoric put down the map and leaned forward, "Are you really serious about this little voyage into the Fog?"
"Is there a problem with it?" Anna tilted the craft a little to turn, "And no, you are not leading."
"Do you distrust my reliability that much?"
"No, I distrust you with my ships." Anna cocked her head back to look at Edoric, "And the fact you are a pirate."
Edoric sighed as he rolled up the map, "I have a Fog Map and I know how to survive and operate in the Fog. I amd highly doubtful you and your men could do the same as me and my men."
"Then I'll just have you be a navigator."
"Wait a second, I'm Captain Edoric Thatch, not Navigator Edoric Thatch."
"You may become dead Edoric Thatch if I decide to hand you to the law enforcement."
Edoric slumped back into his chair, "I'm not making any decisions yet, but at any rate, I want my crew and my ships."
He had the wondrous feeling that this was going to end well.
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