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The midday sun was blazing in all its glory on the town of Portpooga. The port had been quiet for a few years now, the 'authorities' had seemingly driven off the pirate folks who used to rule this area. That was until now...
A lone figure cuts through the crowd on the docks cursing loudly whilst speaking to his companion.
“So, why have you not rounded up any crew yet, lad?”, Gili demanded whilst picking up the pace.
The crowd continued to step aside wary of his new form.
“Its...its....”, the young scally struggled to respond.
“Spit it out”, Gili shouted. Then went to grab the boy but the rays of the sun sent bolts of agonizing pain down his arm as it breached the safety of the shadows.
“Well you see milord, its the undead thing. Folks are not keen on boarding our ships, what with the likelihood of them being devoured for sustenance.”, the boy stammered.
“Ah bugger it, folks are a lot more clued on now than they ever been. I guess we'll need t' take some slaves then, and try and raise a fleet if we're t' get any plunder.”, Gili exasperated, "and i'm no bloody lord! I fight for a livin'"
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Some hours later in “Salty Bob's” dock-side tavern.
“So you dogs, thar be plenty o' plunder out thar. I hear t' streets o' t' sluts faithful be paved with gold.”
some of the tavern cheer.
“T' crimson cretins have been amassin' a fortune so large, we'll need several galleons just t' carry t' bags they be in”
more of the tavern cheer.
“So, Gold, Ladies, Adventure, and general Swashbuckling!”, Gili continued after each word the tavern cheers got louder and louder.
“Who'se with me!!!!!??!??”.
The tavern went silent.
“Ah! Always the same. Wench, bring me some Grog”, Gili slumped into his seat.
