The small village was filled with laughter and the smell of alcohol. A celebration of some kind was taking place- every man, woman and child were outside in the city square dancing and having fun. No one was paying attention to their businesses or houses. Even the King and his family were conversing with their subjects. The situation was ideal for a certain pirate crew. It was unlikely that anyone would notice them committing crimes- and so the crew of Minerva Pathos was integrated into the crowd, enjoying themselves in a slightly different manner.

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Marcus sat on a bench near a jewellery shop, slowly sipping on a stolen bottle of wine. He wore a large straw hat which concealed his face and attempted to stay out of sight. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for a potential victim that has either passed out or was distracted, so he could 'borrow' some money. Unfortunately, many people left their valuables at home. With a sigh, Marcus stood up and strolled over to the food stands- he was more likely to find a victim there. However, he was not aware of the fact, that a group of men dressed in suits of armour were observing his every movement, ever since his crew entered the town


Far away from the carnival, a certain shop was illuminated by candlelight as a blue-haired girl looked through neatly folded gowns on shelves. On her back, she wore a large leather rucksack already filled with books, bottles of ink and expensive jewellery. Anya's hands glided across the fabrics looking for a smooth and light material. She was clearly taking her time, knowing it was unlikely that the owner of the store would return anytime soon. After a couple of with minutes, she found two dresses which satisfied her desires. With a hum, she carefully placed the articles of clothing into her rucksack before casually leaving the shop and returning to the carnival.

Bones was tired of this rat's excuses. He was asked to get money from a gamble, money that was no longer in this coward's possession. As he stood in the dark alleyway, with a death-stare that the devil himself would shiver, the nobleman, whose name the mad surgeon forgot, was baling his heart out while saying he'll make it up to his mate. The sounds of the festival were loud and inviting, but seeing how if he got anywhere near the main street, he'd be on a one way ticket to hell in first class, that wasn't an option. He looked at the man, then towards the moon.
"Ye' know...I don't give two whale eyes about 'you'll hav' 'is money', 'cause he wants it now. And if ya' ain't got it with ya'...well..." he pulled out his knife with that last word. The man's eyes grew wide with horror. "No sir! I beg of you! Please! Just more time! That's all I need! Please! I don't want to die! My brother will take everything, and then were will my family be?!" His pleading did not phase the Ghaul, only enticed him to have some fun with this one. "Who's been sayin' I'm gonna kill ya'?" he said with a cruel grin. His one eye bored into the man, almost as if piecing his soul. "Thank you sir! Thank you! May god bl-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" He looked down at his hand, bloodied with a knife holding it in the dirt. "You said you wouldn't kill me!" Bones walked up slowly to the man, cracking his knuckles. "No, but I'll beat ya' within an inch of yer' pitiful life. He he he ha ha HA HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
The screams were drowned out by the howls of fun of the festival.

Blake walked as he had stolen some gears and some cleaning tools for his weapond and he of course stole money and valuables. He was walking backto the party on foot usually he would parkour/freerun on the roofs but this time it was more of a stealth decision. He got back to the Carnival. Walking over to the food stand as well he looked at Marcus and said," hello mate. Care for a croissant?" He looked at him.
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"It's Captain to you" Marcus responded, rather coolly, as his eyes drifting towards a noble looking woman passing by. He quickly reached his hand into her purse and grabbed the first thing his hand touched- a vial of perfume. He smirked and looked back at Blake: "Unfortunately I'll have to deny that offer. As you can see I'm slightly busy at the moment".Before he continued, Marcus brought the vial up to his face and he started studying its contents "How much do you think this is worth? I would say at least 5 doubloons, but no more than 9". He quickly stuffed the perfume into his coat pocket before continuing "So, are you enjoying the festival? Hopefully, you have purchased something of value"

Blake nodded and said," Aye captain, I was able to buy a few things sir." He took the bite from the croissant and said,"do you have anyonr for me too kill?" He said with a low voice. He looked around he was quite bored," Well this isn't my type of party honestly but it is enjoyable." He looked around.
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Athe chose to steer away from the loud festival, and sat on the docks, watching from far away. "They're having fun. This sky is real pretty." He said, to a bird that had landed on his shoulder. "I can't wait to be out on the water." He said with excitement, happily waiting for something to happen that would get him up and moving. As he sat, there was basic commute among the docks, sailors cleaning their ships and traders moving cargo.

James “Jim” Riverwood

James was walking around the town a few small supplies in his hands, He was excited to head back on the ship. But before he could do that he would have to get other more larger supplies if he wanted the ship to run smoothly. Being a first mate on A ship was quite taxing.

Barnabas “Powder Keg” McFarland

The fiery haired young man had many books and trinkets in his hand, He loved the festivals it reminded if his times as a boy dancing and preforming rituals. Making sure not to bump into anyone while he made his way to his favorite store. Most of the books and trinkets were of the occult his favorite subject and something he loved to preform dark rituals. The young cook also had some cookbooks mostly so his human crew members do not die or get diseases, He had hoped he would see his captain again., so he could speak with him about something on his mind.

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Kithor

Pulling down his cowl, Bones walked through the shadows of the crowd, knowing all to well what open air meant when docked. He finally spotted his query; A young elf and a young man chatting about all sorts of mischief. He slinked through the crowd like a snake, finally reaching his Captain and mate. "Captain, yer little gamblin' debt business is semi-cleaned up. Da' posh prick groveled in fear, but 'e kept swearin' to god he didn' hav' da' coin. 'oweve'... he sneaked a pouch in-front of the young captain. "I found 'dis on 'em. Looks mor' interestin' than coin." and smacked the human assassin on the shoulder.
"What's a matta' boy? Ain't got 'da fresh 'ill? I bet 'da guard just love to see yer' work! Take 'em a bloody month an' 'ind some drunk to blame it on! Heeeee he hahhahhaahhaha HAH! he laughed with his eye twitching. He then took the skull at his belt and shook it. "What boy? Ye' smell some Spainis' malt liquor? Well, ain't 'dat a sign!" he said sprinting into the nearest alleyway.

Blake sighed and looked at Bones and he said," Well you know they'll go missing before anything." He smiled and looked as he didn't like the stench especially from him," Take a shower." He watch him leave as he looke at the captain waiting for a mission from the captian to kill anyone.

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"Not specifically- I suppose you could just try to enjoy yourself. Steal somethin. We're leaving when the clock strikes midnight anyway, " Marcus responded to Blake as he glanced over the crowd once again. He saw Kithor approaching him and smirked, ready to receive the money. However, his face fell when he heard the news. He took a deep breath before he spoke again "That son o' a biscuit eater- I should've suspected this outcome. Kithor, keep this 'til we return to the ship. We shall investigate this object in the morning. Fer the time bein', feel free to explore the area. We shall regroup at the docks five minutes before the end o' the festival."

The men in armour were still observing Marcus and the small group that formed around him.

Blake nodded and said," Captian, I'll see you back at the ship." He walked away and went over to Anya and said," Hey, what did you buy?" He looked at her and looked at her and looked around noticing the mount of guards around. Then he looks at her." Then he looked at the Captian and then the gaurds.
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James “Jim” Riverwood

James had came back form his chores seeing his captain and a group of people surrounding him, "Ahoy captain i have gotten the supplies you asked me to bring for you?" He said looking around wondering what was going on. "Why is this group forming around you? Did you see that blasted red head around?" He said referring to Barnabas.

Barnabas “Powder Keg” McFarland

The young looking man had his stack of books in his hand looking over towards his captain and his favourite punching bag, Jovially pacing towards his captain with a big smile on his face. "Hello el capitán, How are you doing? And how is my favourite puny human?" He said turning to face James with a bigger smile on his face much to the older man's chagrin.

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Bones was bobbing and weaving on the docks, headed towards the boat. A bottle in his right hand and his 'pet' skull in the left. He sang a merry tune, quite well in fact. He saw Athe, sitting on the docks, being lonely. The orc that was the second oldest on the ship was his second favorite, besides the captain. He went up and plopped down, sitting next to the muscle of the group and hitching his skull to it's claw. He grabbed a bottle out of his jacket and shoved it in front of the orc. "Here *hic* it'll make ye' a juggernaut, but none the wiser!" and then came his maniacal laughing. He took a swig a shaked the bottle again. "Well?"

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"No. I am better without. Besides, who would drag you back onto the ship if I were drunk?" He said with a laugh as he watched the party. "Anyways, when's everyone coming back to the ship?" He asked, slightly wondering how the drunk would answer. He was ready to be out at sea again, the rocking of the boat on the waves helped him sleep, and he needed a good sleep break. Considering how much he worried for everyone, he wouldn't sleep until he was sure that everyone made it back.

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"Captain Elf what's-his-name an' 'r resident *hic* cutthroat I last saw in de' party with 'r fancy lady. Guards seem a liiitttttllleee on edge from da' sight of 'em. I tried me best to keep hidden 'sept fer the small job cap' 'ave me. *hic* Me's think's they up ta' somethin', but could be paranoia. An' de' others, hell, they could be half off in da' country already." he took a swig. He then threw the empty bottle behind him, making it shatter. He belched, then took out his eye, optic nerve and all. He twiddled it, then shoved it back in. "Nobles ar' damned cowards. Da' one I roughed up squealed like a piggy! Oink!" He laughed madly as if some grand joke, but just at the fact he said oink. "If I fall in da' water, drop a bottle on my head."

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"What'd I tell you about roughing up nobles? You never listen!" He said, although the wasn't all that mad. "You also need to stop drinking, it's killing your body." He then had to grab the back of the drunks shirt to keep him from falling in the water.

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The surgeon laughed. "Better 'dan being essentially half dead. Being Ghaul is cool, yet da' average life span is 47 if we do fall apart? Oderwis' we live for untold amounts o' time! So, live life short 'r fer to damn long. Better live it well.
A pirates life for me, while my kin become monsters and inspire stories of zombies and necromancers. An' proudly..." he says getting up and doing a awkward salute. "...admittin' 'dey look like scat. Yet, here I be, drunk, a pirate, and a surgeon.
WOOOOOOO!" and fell straight forward, falling off. but instead of hitting the water, he hits a lower plank and falls asleep there. Snoring with the occasional laugh can be faintly heard through the sounds off the sea.

As birdie wandered through the crowd, she pickpocketed anyone who looked rich. By hours work she’d amassed several coins and bottle of alcohol. She grinned taking a sip.

Strolling down the board walk, Richardson smiled, Ships were always a great vessel of travel, and in this golden age of technol he could immagain a better time to be alive. He walked through the dock, counting the vessels, he could remember all the names from when he last glanced on the report. Some were gun boats with a sail and a cannon just, there was one man of War sitting ion the harbour gate, but everyone knew ol'e bessy never moves from her position so whats the harm in keeping her there, the wooden giant defending the port, he smiles, chuckling before he came to the end to the dock and glanced upon a very peculiar vessel, he hadn't seen this one before and it was bizarre as normally every ship is accounted for, its not a big enough port for more then a few Galleys to run silk forwards and backwards along the coast. Looking at two gentlemen at the dockside he called over to them "You two, by any chance do you know the name of this ship?" indicating to the Minerva Pathos
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Bones woke with a start. He looked at the man, than the orc. Putting on the best fake accent of a british person and said "Why, dear sir, this be our captains vessel. We're docked for the festivities, but we are not to be in the party. So,
drink for me and he to watch over me. The old girls name, however, be the Poseidon's Trident." He winked at the orc. He put his hand behind his back and gripped his knife, walking a little closer to the man. "Why do you ask?"