Your flagship, the Memelesi, is cruising in the seas around Greater Cuiverra. The sky is clear and the wind in your sails is just strong enough to ensure smooth sailing. Some of the crew are singing sea shanties as they work or laze about, whatever they can afford to do. There's already been a brawl or two today, as this is a wild bunch you have under your command. Still, for the time, everything's alright.

This is basically a pure RP thread for now, until we get everything sorted. You can post here, RP and get a feel for each other's characters. After we are ready to begin in earnest, you'll get some options on what to do next.
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The fresh salty air of the sea would never get old. It was Finn's second lap around the Memelesi this morning. There had not been any skirmishes in the past few days, but checking the ship for damage was something of a routine for Finn, and one could never be too safe. Any mariner worth their salt knew to never underestimate the sea, even in calm days such as these.

Jaabir is mending the "loser" of the most recent brawl today. His patient is in good spirits, though it's probably just the rum... or the poppies.

Despite being a "privateer" for many years now, Jaabir is still brought to a sense of awe by the abundance of water and salt in the world. He knows it's because of his childhood in the desert, where both are valued more highly than gold. If only his family could see him now, sailing to and fro on infinite riches, he thinks, a distant smile sending waves through his dark features.

Carina stands in the crow's nest, her hair hanging loose and whipping in the wind. Even after years in her family's fleet and now on the Memelesi, standing at the tallest point on the ship never gets old. Up here, the world is nothing but blue sky, white clouds and open ocean in every direction out to the line where they meet. It feels less like being on a ship and more like flying.

The moment passes and she looks down over the ship, spying Finn far below, making his daily rounds. With practiced ease, she grabs a line, swings down to the starboard shroud and drops down from there to the deck in front of him.

"No signs of trouble topside," she says, skipping straight from dramatic landing to business. "How's everything holding up below decks?"