The Town of Saphinas
POV: Bradshaw, the Buccaneer
The town was beautiful, elegantly draped with the prettiest of cyans & magentas. This was the extravagant town of Saphinas, a port off the western coast of the Genora Kingdom. It was the closest to the kingdom, Nordiva. To be able to grow up in this luxurious settlement, that is the life I wish for.
Captain Sapphire demanded to come to Saphinas. We are the Armada Effect, the daftest band of pirates in the world, we are to be feared! Saphinas is home to one of the captains of the Armada Effect, Captain Genomia.
We looked out of place in this township, low-life ruffians covered in blood & soot. Just the way we like it.
"Bradshaw, let's get a move on before, we have to return to the ship." Stepstool looked at me, sheathing his blade. He smiled and looked at me, before pointing towards the local tavern. "The rum is this way."
"Rum? That always sounds like a plan, let's get going." I smirked and looked at Stepstool, and followed him.
He ran for the tavern, like the drunken vagabond he was, but weren't we all? That was just the pirate life. Genomia asked for all the pirates to be back by sunset, she had some business to take care of here, and so we were free to roam and what better way to enjoy a town full of nobles then by getting drunk with them, eh?
We burst into the tavern and looked at the people. It was the normal attendees: the lowest of the low, the trickster children & the husbands who were hiding their wealth in beer. Well, there was one unusual person in attendance at the tavern: A hooded man, in a black cloak with a bottle of rum with him. He hadn't looked up since Stepstool & myself entered the tavern and from the looks of it, he hadn't looked up any time before then. I walked up to the counter with Stepstool.
"What can I get for you boys?" The tavernkeeper asked.
"Two bottles of Geoffrey's Enchanted." Stepstool smirked.
"Geoffrey's Enchanted? Ah, you must be nomadic travelers, not many people know of the delicacy of Geoffrey's Enchanted.." The tavernkeeper came off excited; as if one of his favorite topics had just been introduced. 'Where are you boys from?"
"Well, I'm from Meama'o, an island in the Namasha Sea. I'm Stepstool, the Man of Wonder." Stepstool showed off his toothy grin, mixed with dingy white teeth, silver caps & golden exchanges.
"Your parents ain't name you Stepstool, now did they, son?" The tavernkeeper deadpanned, as Stepstool shook his head. "Well, good, I've never been to Meama'o, but I might have to visit."
"I'm Bradshaw the Buccaneer, and I'm from Summerwatch." I, then, smiled, showing off my extremely white teeth, which would make anyone mistake me for the finest lad instead of a pirate, but hygiene was a necessity for me. Especially growing up in Summerwatch.
"You're from Summerwatch and you're this quiet? I would never wish that on anybody, especially a young & innocent soul like yours. That place is such a horrible area to grow up in. Glad to see you made it out of there." The tavernkeeper seemed to wince at the mention of my disgusting & raggedy hometown. No-one in their right mind would ever go there. "I'm Leo Sharp, the owner of this here tavern, nice to meet you boys, what are you doing here if you don't mind me asking?"
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The Curse
AdventureNothing can stop this merry band of pirates - not the horrors of the seas, discriminating village folk or even a bear king who's only want is the very thing they are after - except for their secrets. Their secrets will be the death of them.
