1: A (Cross) Bone to Pick.   Posted by The GM.Group: 0
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Mon 23 Jul 2018
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Falken Drango
The storm chased them before it. The crew, laughing and singing, leaned into the effort; they were on fire. At each wave rose, the crew moved to compensate, the ship glided along through the spray and the chop as though she was cupped in someone's hand.

"This is what sailing should be, Captain Jack! Face the sea, take the wheel in your hands and carve your destiny in the briny deep. To think that I'd almost forgotten."
He lowered his voice, only Jack could hear over the cacophony of the storm's rage.

"Olaus will not forgive your escape; and he knows the Minerva, now. You will take care the next time through this area, I hope. When you challenged me... I felt something there. A kinship. I've not felt that about... well, anyone. But your spirit is what got me aboard a ship in the first place. Time and the travails of gods and men weighed on my spirit like barnacles on the hull. Losing my crew was the last. I swore on that lifeboat that I'd call it quits if I lived. Meeting you reminded me... It's not living if I'm not at sea."
He pointed at the horizon. A shaft of light, thin as a needle, speared upwards on the edge of visibility.
"That is the light of the Emperor, the first sign that you are nearing Stormreach."

Jack
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Sat 28 Jul 2018
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"This is what sailing should be, Captain Jack!"


Jack looked out over the rails of the sleek, swift Minerva's Joy and threw back her head and laughed. Glad for the both of them. "It's the only life for me! Fresh, salty air and freedom at its finest!" She inhaled deeply, watched the endless rush of waves below the bow, then let her gaze lift to the horizon, following Falken's direction to the Emperor's slim light.

Destiny's beckoning, she thought, and let out her breath with a small sound of satisfaction, her tone more intimate now. "Is there really anything better than this?" Jack's twin blue orbs held a myriad of thoughts and feelings as she regarded Falken with open appreciation. How magnificent he was, despite all that he had suffered. Tall and lean and rugged, with his untamed dark hair and sharp eyes, creating a magnetism that ran deeper than appearance. Though Falken's vision had at first been hazy when they met, Jack had at once been drawn to the golden lure of his mind—quick and astute.

"I will teach Olaus how to forget, if he will not forgive. There is always a way, Falken. Let it not be said that Captain Jack ever conceded to a monster." She winked, her mouth curved in a teasing smile. Would she take care next time? Yes. Would she admit it? No. "I'm glad you shook off the barnacles and realized there is more living to do. It might have been the gods who threw us together, but it was your spirit that rose to the challenge. I never doubted you would, because… I sensed something in you, too. ...a kindred spirit."

The wind rippled through her unbound hair as she looked away, looked out at the gray edges of sea and sky, as if answers might be written there. After a moment, she glanced back at Falken, a slight furrow to her brow as she tried to piece the stampede of her thoughts into a few, strategic words. "You said that success gave you enemies, but what of friends? How will you go about returning that which has been done to you?" Vengeance. "Maybe there is more that you and I can do for one another?"

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Re: 1: A bone to pick
Falken Drango
He wiped spray from his brow, regarded the sprawling port city ahead of them. "Ten thousand souls, all scrabbling for their piece. All desperate. Of them, a thousand guards, militia, dragoons. Ten ships in the Stormlords' fleet. On top of that, almost two hundred Iron Guard; the most merciless band of warforged soldiers ever assembled." He looked somberly into Jack's eyes. "A formidable assembly, even by Lhazaar standards. You can imagine how easy it could be to fall on the wrong side of such as those." His smile shone out in the storm. "The last time I was here, it was for my conviction. I do believe they would like to execute my sentence, now that I am returned. I've lost my ship, my crew... I've lost whatever guardian angel kept me whole while I sailed as a reckless ... pirate. What can be done for me now is just a heartfelt prayer to the Nine and Four. This taste of life has just shown me how dead I'd become. I was envisioning landing in Sharn, looking for a tailor! I have become a fool. There was spirit in the seas, now there is only blood. I feel done.

What I can do for you is this: I ... shall come quietly. You take all the credit. There's reward money, and no trifle. And you will be well in with the right people in the city. Trust me, there is little they would refuse the Captain who captured the infamous Falken Drango. You deserve success; let my failure fill your sails."

Jack
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Tue 31 Jul 2018
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"An interesting proposal,"
Jack said with an arch of her right eyebrow, not at all considering accepting. She then flashed a smile and gave a light shake of her head, though the man beside her was too somber for his own good. "And to think that I had considered feeding you to Olaus, should you prove to be a bother. Ha! How expensive of a meal would you have made? No. Don't answer that. ...Damn it all," she cursed low, for the idea that had formed fast in her mind to shelter Falken away in her cabin (as a secreted, silent advisor) until they could leave Stormreach, was already dispelled by the simple fact that she could not hide a wanted man who had announced himself to her entire crew. Once word got out that there was a price on his head...

...Perhaps there were already murmurings on ship?

Jack drew a long breath and let it out with a pensive sigh, turning a musing look to Falken. "I won't do it. Should I deliver you into the hands of your demise, it would be an affront to whichever one of the gods saw fit that I play a part in extending your life. Besides," she added with a quick grin. "It's not in my nature to hand over what I've taken a liking to, nor am I willing to let you so willingly lay down your life. Pick it up. Dust it off. Maybe, we could use your infamy to a better purpose, one that suits us both..."
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Re: 1: A bone to pick
1st Mate Halleck
"Whu... How much you recon' you're worth?" Falken shrugged, "Maybe fifty thousand?"
Halleck looked at his captain, dismayed at the desision he saw there. "Fifty... thousand?"
"It could be up to seventy-five, if they've found out about that last thing..."
"Captain?" Jack saw the promise of riches fade from her first mate's eyes.
"Aye, aye," he muttered.
"Well, then." Halleck cleared his throat. "We can't rightly have Falken Drango march off our decks into Stormreach. Leastwise, not as he is now. Permission to shave him, Captain?"
Falken Drango
"I'm sorry, what?"


Jack
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Wed 8 Aug 2018
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"Good thinking Halleck. Permission granted,"
Jack said with as much seriousness as she could muster while stifling a laugh. There was a reason she made Halleck 1st Mate. He had enough smarts for the both of them! "It'll give Falken something else to look forward to..."

"...Growing it back." She winked at Falken, smiling now. "Though I wager you have a magnificent head under all that hair, one that I aim to keep free from hemp. Regrettably, that means any boasting of the notorious Captain Drango and his consummate navigating skills will have to wait."
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Re: 1: A bone to pick
1st Mate Halleck "Won't be but a moment, Captain?"

Falken Drango made a passable imitation of a fish out of water, and protested vigorously addressing himself in the third person, no less, but Halleck was an imperturbable man when he was about a task, and he'd handled recalcitrant sailors before. Plus he was a more than passable barber. There was always more to people than what you saw. Halleck took Drango into the cabin and closed the door. His progress was audible through the tenor of Drango's objections.

Halleck had cut hair before, but it had never sounded like this.
Falken Drango
"I'm not sure about this. Are you certain there's no mirror?

All right, subterfuge was never my strong suit, mark my words. I'll wager you've picked out a nom de jour for me, and a profession? Anything but beekeeper."



Jack
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Thu 16 Aug 2018
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"Skinner,"
Jack replied with a tilt of her head, studying Falken's freshly shaved noggin. "Calvus Skinner, if you're so inclined? We can stick with Sailing Master, if it suits you? Unless you have other ideas? Cabin-boy, perhaps?" she teased with a wink, flirting more than actually considering taking on a new cabin-boy. ...Although, Falken had said 'anything'. "I like it. Your new look, you... have captivating eyes."

Jack gazed into those eyes a moment longer, before pulling her attention to her First Mate.

"You did good, Halleck. So...what do you think about profession? Will Sailing Master suffice?"
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1st Mate Halleck & Calvus Skinner
"I was shooting for a lubber sort of look, but If Calvus here can pull off the Skinner, then he might get by as a sailing master. Provided he reins it back a bit. Can you be a bad sailing master?"
"I ...  can be bad." he growled, then subsided.
"Very well, Calvus Skinner I am; quiet, unassuming, completely inconspicuous...."
"Can I call you 'Cal?'"
"Not if you want to live. We're coming up on Stormreach, Captain. Permission to begin readying the 'Joy for port?"


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Jack
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Mon 20 Aug 2018
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"Granted."
Jack answered without inflection and cast her gaze outward to the light of the Emperor, as though it might guide more than their way into the harbor. But then she glanced back at Falken over her shoulder.

"You have reason to live. ...Need I remind? Our way costs in measures that others would never entertain." They were Falken's words that she slipped soft over her tongue, though her lips twitched in a moment of humor. "Carve your destiny in the briny deep, Skinner. When the time comes, we will give our foes no quarter."
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Re: 1: A bone to pick
Calvus Skinner
"Aye, it costs." he passed his hand over his head once again as if there was some chance his earlier attempts to find some remaining locks were merely misdirected. "Chilly." Once more he took his place as sailing master. Ahead, and already some ways into the harbor a magnificent lightning display showed them a Lyrandar storm galleon preparing for dock.

"Oh there's a sight. When they flash like that and go dark they are ripe for the pick--" he broke off. "Heh. Old habits." He raised his hand towrds his bare scalp again and then stopped himself. He straightened.
"So what's the plan Captain? The harbormaster's not one to let anyone just tie their ship to his dock and walk away without explanation. Harbormaster Zin will want to know our business."



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Jack
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Mon 27 Aug 2018
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Ripe for the picking.
Jack completed Falken's sentence in her head and the corners of her mouth twitched. In part, because it amused her to tuck this information away in that place where she shared 'old habits'.

"May I?" She moved intimately close and lifted her hands to either side of Falken's head, blue eyes looking for his consent before she would gently place her palms to warm his scalp. "We'll get you a wool cap to take off the chill," she murmured, feeling a smidgen of guilt in causing his discomfort. Easing it gave her another feeling entirely, the warmth shared. "As for the plan, I am here on business...of a sort. Under the patronage of Magistrate Fenkle, of whom I received a Letter of Introduction to the Stormreach Commander of Dragoons, Captain Jacob Razor. I should hope that will be enough to satisfy Harbormaster Zin. ...Unless he requires monetary persuasion?"
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Calvus Skinner
"Not wool ... wool gives me hives."
His eyes now were full of concern. "It is not only your maps that are out of date. He was the commander of the Dragoon, but now no longer. Unless you have a Karrnathi speaker to the dead, and a vessel that can plumb the depths of the Razor Coast. He is dead, and his ship was sunk in the Pirate War that saw Garr Bloodbane defeated. He was ..." Calvus looked up searching for words to encompass the greatness he wanted to express. "... the stuff of legend." He shook his head. "But the time of such legends is passed."

He regarded her intently, spoke low and clear. "Consider what you do. saving a dead man."
He drew back his left sleeve, revealing among his tattoos an ugly scar in the shape of a death's head. "The Lords of Stormreach have declared that I should die, and that any who aid me will suffer the same fate." He forestalled Jack's protest with a finger gently against her lips. "Hear me out; I must say this, for what is left of my soul's sake. If I am found, you and yours will be ruined. There is nowhere in the Razor Coast you can escape the Stormlord's reach. You have problems already, but the promise of an honorable and legal trade; you could live long, and prosper. There is no profit in helping me -- in fact, the converse is true. Send me up and your fortune is made; I will not hold it against you. You risk everything. Pray consider, before it is too late. That ship..." he pointed again at the elemental galleon that was slowly making port "That ship is just the latest addition to the Dragoon Navy, and they will sail against you. Minerva's Joy will be wrecked on the rocks, sunk at sea, or blown to splinters."

He stepped back. "Just... Think about what you are doing." He moved away then to assist some sailors who were struggling with a sail.
1st Mate Halleck
Halleck, hovering quietly nearby, pressed a lock of dark hair bound in a single strand of twine into Jack's hand. "Something to remember him by, when we all go onto the rocks." he said quietly.

Jack
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Thu 30 Aug 2018
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"Huh,"
Jack uttered after a good long moment, which encompassed the whole of her thoughts on Dragoon commanders six-feet under, revisiting her suspicions of Fenkle (What sort of name is that anyway?),  and death's head scars intermingled with intriguing tattoos and a martyr's wish. "I—"

Words halted as Calvus touched her lips, his true name whispered fast in her thoughts though she bit it back. Jack listened to reason though she was loathe to do so. Reason was bars on a cage. Logic the enemy of passion. Damn it anyway, her blue eyes silently rebutted until such time as Captain Drango stepped back...

"What is it with the brooding sorts and their utterly tragic monologues?" Jack quipped as she watched Falken walk away, mildly annoyed that she hadn't been offered the courtesy of a response before Skinner walked off.  She frowned and stuffed the hair into a pocket even though she felt an urge to toss it into the sea.

"Live long and prosper. What uttter rubbish to say to a pirate," she half-growled, while at the same time she was retaking the man's measure, only to find herself conflicted between her own ugly pragmatism and something else, something yet unnamed. She turned to Halleck. "What was the bloody point of any of this? Of shaving his head to hide him? Of pulling him from the sea, to which, as I recall, he said I had given him a reason to live. What reason? So that we can escort him to the gallows? ...Augh, don't look at me like that, Halleck. What life do we have if we don't embrace risk each and every day, what life do we have at all?"
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1st Mate Halleck
Halleck, his face unreadable, looked at the pirates, the doomed and the daring. "He don't rightly expect you to change your mind--any more than I would. Your course is set, that much is clear to a blind man. He just wants to shed that guilt. Now he can say it were all your choosing. He quoted, surprisingly from the Book of the Shadow:
`Know this, o Saraman: that you are giving yourself over unto the darkest and most terrible of fates. Know that you have brought this upon yourself; that you have embraced it willingly; that you have sought it out; and make no protest when it comes.'

Your choice, your doom. As for me, I wouldn't mind a bit of long life and prosperity... But I follow my Captain. You ask me to embrace risk, and I'll ask you if you want me to use me tongue or not."
he said. He looked at the shaved scalp of the pirate they'd rescued once already and were readying to rescue aagin. "Don't know if I trust a man who won't wear wool though. Unnatural."

Jack
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Fri 7 Sep 2018
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"You say that as though it's a discouraging thing. Responsibility. It's the price of freedom to be sure, but don't be so certain my course is set."
Jack narrowed her eyes briefly in thought. "...Being responsible for my actions means that I am free to change destiny. I am not in bondage to the past. And you... You have a choice too, Halleck."

Jack discarded all seriousness and flashed a grin. "As your Captain, I advise you give it a name other than doom."

That she, too, glanced now in the direction of the newly shaved scalp was apropos to dark musings held silent. Musings that she locked away in a compartment of her mind where doubt tallied upon wings of intuition. But then, she scrunched her brow at Halleck, as one does when mildly perplexed. In times such as this, Jack knew the best cure for confusion was inquiry. "How do you propose to use your tongue?"

She could think of any number of ways...
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1st Mate Halleck
He snorted. "Well I'll use my tongue to call it destiny or fate, if that's more to your liking than 'Doom'. Still I like the way it rolls on me tongue, 'doom, dooooom'." He held up a finger "But there's choices and theres choices, Cap'n. A man's either like a ship, or a river raft. A ship's keel will keep her a 'course, no matter the direction of the wind. A raft will blow slantwise and crossways and all over the place. Now that man, I don't know if he's got a keel or not, but I know you long enough. You've got a heading, whether you know it or not. I'm a keeled ship too, and I'll be following my Captain to the door of the Devourer. Back, too, if there's any justice."
Calvus Skinner
The seaman returned from aiding the sailors and looked out over the harbor. "Stormreach awaits us. Look at that glorious foulness! I know a tavern near to the docks, and if we make it there alive, I'll buy you both a round. From here on we make our own fate!"



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Jack
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Jack chuckled at first, though her smile faded into a like-minded nod. Slantwise and Crossways was a good analogy. It explained why Skinner's words —as she had earlier noted— were inconsistent, as unpredictable as the shifting winds.

"Thank you, Halleck, though I hope to keep us and the Devourer miles apart," she said with a quick lift of her lips. Jack then let her gaze shift to Skinner's approach. Her words for him now.

"That's the spirit," she returned with a quick, approving smile, though in the back of her thoughts she realized it'd be a difficult thing to buy the first round when he'd lost near everything at sea. A stipends was in order, to be certain, as he had fulfilled his promise to see them to Stormreach. "We'll have to line your pockets first. Excellent navigation, and all that. But, beforehand, I was wondering... Is there a new commander of the Dragoons? Do they hold any weight in Stormreach now?"
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Calvus Skinner
As she'd just been musing on the pirate's changeable nature, the difference in his smile was immediately apparent to Jack.  A smile enjoying life turned to one remembering the gallows. "Aye, there's a new Commander of the Dragoons, all right. Commander Gregory Bonedeuce. He's a wily opponent. Some me can to tricks with cards or coin, Bonedeuce can pull a man-o-war out of a deep fog, and bear down on you with cannon blazing. Keeping the Nightslink out of his sights was a full-time occupation, and If he's after a pirate, that pirate best not sleep. It were best I not be in the room when you make your introductions." He winked.

"Now look there." He pointed his finger towards the length of docks and the city. Suspended over some rubble and ruins was what appeared to be a small lifeboat, inverted. Jack could make out the word 'Leaky' painted on the side. "There is the 'Leaky Dinghy.' It's not got the Ghallendan seal of approval, nor even a proper roof, but the owner has a big heart, and owes me, er Falken Drango a favor. We can go there, and then see what's what. The Commander won't be entertaining business this late, and I'd like a better idea of the doings in town before wandering around at night."

Jack
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Wed 19 Sep 2018
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"Interesting name... Bonedeuce."
Jack murmured more to herself than anyone in particular. Bonedeuce...Bonegnaw...Bone snap. She wondered, too, if this new Dragoon commander had a hard-on for all pirates...or just Captain Drango. Jack pulled from her musings to let her eyes follow the direction of Falken's finger.

"Sounds delightful," she said dryly and scrunched her nose at the images The Leaky Dinghy conjured in her mind. Yet another reason to be glad for boots. "It's a solid plan, though. Feeling things out first." Jack looked to Falken now, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Besides, I'm curious to meet this big-hearted person obliged to the infamous Captain Drango. Sounds like you have a redeemable history, not all doom and gloom. Though," she added thoughtfully, "I would also like to hear from your own lips -before we step foot on land- why, exactly, you have earned the Stormlords' wrath? A reasonable query, don't you think?"
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Calvus Skinner
"So you want to know about the crimes of Falken Drango? Well."

He struck a pose, and adopted an authoritarian voice: "Captain Falken Drango is a force of nature. The lethal pirate cuts a swathe through his foes on the Razor. With a larcenous fire in his heart and tempered steel in his spine, he took his first command five years ago after besting the captain of the Tartas in single combat. His legend is a tsunami, towering over the lesser waves cut by the other scurvy buccaneers prowling the Razor Coast. The most notorious pirate captain to curse the Razor since Garr Bloodbane’s defeat, Falken Drango is a dangerous outlaw who steals on a whim, robbing freighters, whalers and even the odd Dragoon man-o-war. He has slain his fair share of men but never someone who was not facing him with cold steel drawn. Now some will dispute this assessment, claiming his bloodlust knows no bounds, and that Drango leaves no one alive when he strikes, but then where do the tales come from? And such tales... murder and mayhem beyond what a sane man could fancy. I tell you those tales are crafted to ease the job of piracy. Who would surrender to a pirate that is reasonable and fair? No, best to strike such deep terror in one's prey that they see your sails and surrender posthaste." He unbuttoned his shirt and laid bare his right shoulder. A tattoo of a three masted ship was there, guns blazing. "There's the Tartas, my first command." On his right shoulder was the Nightslink. There was a scarred brand surrounded by a tunnel "The Darkol Mines which many thought would be Drango's residence forever. But he escapes! Falken Drango faces a list of charges as long as Olaus' tail. Some of the names of people he's charged with killing never even came to Stormreach. Some never even existed! And that list probably now includes the names of all my--er his crew, though I don't even know that they're dead myself."

His tattoos and scars were numerous, and each had a story attached to it; any one of the stories would be worth time in a Stormreach prison. He'd harried Lyrandar, Kundarak, and other merchants by highjacking their cargos. He'd thumbed his nose at the Dragoons and the Lords of Stormreach. And then, after having finally been caught, and sentenced, he'd  once again humiliated the Dragoons, and Bonedeuce in particular, by escaping before his sentence was carried out.

"My guess is that they wish they had something worse than hanging they could give Drango, when they catch him next."
1st Mate Halleck

Halleck was keeping the sailors busy preparing the ship at dock, but said quietly "'Not all doom and gloom,' but just enough..."

Jack
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Fri 21 Sep 2018
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"If they catch Captain Drango,"
Jack corrected Skinner, giving Halleck a sidelong smirk before resettling her determined blues on the self-proclaimed cutthroat of near-mythical reputation. "When, isn't on the books, last I checked. For now, dreaded pirate Drango would do well in going the way of legends...gone, but never forgotten." -Though she'd never heard of him until now.- "His greatest crime appears to have been besting those who couldn't afford the embarrassment, those who stood to lose status and power by failing to keep an overly ambitious pirate under their thumbs."

Jack gave a short laugh of approval and allowed herself a moment to admire Drango's tattoos, her gaze taking on a sultry warmth as she appreciated his physique too, scars and all. Especially the scars. Badges of triumph, his presence proof of that. She fought against an urge to touch, but impulse ruled and lifted a hand to lightly trace her fingers over the rough-hewn tales of his skin, tracing too, in her mind, the path of his escape from the Darkol Mines. Fascinating. There was an affinity there that went beyond the physical to a like-minded soul as well; a free spirit making his own way, authorities be damned. Courage and raw determination. And honor (even pirates have honor!). By Captain Drango's own admission he met all challengers face-to-face. Jack would remember that...

"We should. Go. See about." Jack lifted her lashes and her lips quirked upward. "...Something."
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Calvus Skinner
"I've long said that arguing with the Captain is unwise.  And ambition, while not a crime, can nevertheless bring punishment. Though..." he murmured as she traced the escape from Darkol with her fingertips. "There are certain thumbs one could get used to being under."

He leaned forward, eyes intent. She could feel within him the struggle; the raw desire of wanting battling the walls that were placed by civilization, polity, and the chain of command. "Something," it was a whisper, a growl, an answer, a plea.
1st Mate Halleck

"Something to drink!" Halleck said quite loudly. "The gang plank awaits you, Captain Jack! And then we can see how Stormreach slakes a thirst."

He laughed, but did not quite slap Skinner's shoulder. Instead he rubbed his hands in anticipation.

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Jack
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Jack couldn't suppress a small sound of longing. Not that she actually tried. Life was too brief to be coy. She looked into Skinner's eyes and allowed herself to feel the provocative effect of pure virility. After a moment she said, very quiet, the low purr of her voice an explicit answer to his plea, "If you can't bite, don't growl."

With mischief in her smile, she turned away and strode toward the gangplank, throwing a wink over her shoulder to both men. Two entirely different invitations to play. "C'mon, Boys! I could use that drink!" As her hips swayed, her song filled the air:

♪ ♫ "I whistled at a handsome man on a corner down town
He saw me when I winked my eye and then he turned around
He came and took me by the arm, I told him I didn't mean no harm
He said to me with a certain kind of scowl
'If you don't mean a thing, don't whistle
If you can't bite, don't growl'..."
♫ ♪
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1st Mate Halleck
Halleck moved quickly to follow, and then took a few steps further; it was a strange port, and it was a reasonable precaution, though nothing untoward looked to happen. He whistled to keep tune with the Captain's song.
Calvus Skinner
The shorn pirate paused, he watched in admiration as Captain Jack walked ahead. Then as though suddenly he realized they were counting on him to lead the way he hustled to catch up. Once Jack had finished her song, Calvus said, in a cavalier voice
 "The Leaky Dinghy was not a terribly popular tavern, and there was competition from a floating bar. Now one night there was a tremendous storm and a wave that struck the harbor. Now most of the ships had been moved to safety, the one exception being that floating bar. Turns out it couldn't weigh anchor; it had been there so long the coral and barnacles had made her fast. But this wave picked her up and tossed her onto shore, to land right under the Dinghy. And that's what became the Run-aground Inn. As disasters go, those two innkeepers got the best deal they could: double the clientele, loads of word-of-mouth, and lots of renovation, all care of the storm."

The Leaky Dinghy was strung up high and Jack could see the reason for the leak; a hole bashed in the floorboards, but it was the fact that it was upside-down, and far from the water made it useless as anything other than shade during the day. Large chunks of the giants' buildings had tumbled down making an odd structure, and there at the bottom level was the Run-aground. It had been dashed bow-first into the ruin, but with some additional planks and nets it had become something like a storefront. The sounds of chatter and drinking came from within, and though the bulk of Stormreach was still oddly lit by the giant statues sword, the light that came from the Runaground was warm and inviting.


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