During the day, Stormpoint's seaport is bustling with activity. There is wealth to find here if you know the right person or can provide a desired item or service. Many people of different races and occupations use the wharf as their business avenue. Merchants, sailors, pirates, thieves, assassins, and numerous other colorful individuals paint the pier with their daily dealings. Some may even call the seaport home.
As you approached the docks, you could taste the salt in the air. A cool breeze washed over you from the ocean and sea birds sang overhead. Some people meandered along the wharf, while others made haste in completing their daily routines. The ships tethered to the pier rocked gently as the waves rolled into shore and skilled sailors and dock workers leapt from one boat to the next.
Along the wharf, warehouses and taverns were strewn haphazardly as if a drunken architect had laid down the plans. Many of the warehouses were rundown with peeling paint and broken windows. It was rumored that several served as meeting places for mercenaries and cutthroats. At night...It was said that the criminal element rule the docks at night and it was nary a place to dwell for the weak at heart.
The thunderclouds in the distance echoed their anger that the ship had made it past their wrath. The three masted clipper, dubbed the *Starstruck Siren* for its mainsail as well as masthead, slid easily into port by the shouts of the Captain and the work of her crew. Soaked to the bone but smiling, the Lady Captain rounded the side of the ship to stand at the bow, each booted footfall marking her whereabouts over the din of the work. Wet strands clung like stranded rays of sunlight to her tanned skin as silver webbed blues rose to the port ahead, a smile ascending to curve onto her lips. It was time to dock.
"Straight out the window! From all the way back there."
The two men nodded to the visitor, pointing in the direction of the front of the tavern.
The barmaid shook her head, setting the mugs down. "Ty's a big man, about as big as an Oak tree and as thick around, he is. Though he's a nice fella."
"Aye, Mary, nice! Maybe with the women! I'm telling ya, when that man threatened his captain, he damn near picked him up off the ground with one hand!"
"He wasn't no small man either! Just like you or me!"
Mary shook her head again and looked at the visitor. "Ty's the First Mate o' the Starstruck Siren, lad, though you best mind your manners 'round him. Wont have nothing of ill nature step foot on that ship. No sir. Friendly he is if you're not bringin' no bad luck with ya. Said the Cap'ain saved 'is life once and now he's repaying the debt his own way but watchin' over her and her ship."
Having boarded the *Starstruck Siren* at the former port it had moored only short before, Thrim was still getting used to his new temporary 'home,' though he knew most of the names of the crew by heart already. Captain Silver's ship was by far the most impressive one he had worked on, and he had been more than happy to be promoted to 'Able Seaman;' being sent aloft to what, to a layman's eye, looked like an excessive amount of rope and strings tied from one place to another.
He recalled his days as a Landsman and 'Powdermonkey' with little enthusiasm. Not to mention that many of the other lads that had carried the explosive substance to the Gun deck had not seen the next day after battle. Many of the ship's crew was still roaming around Stormpoint, but the youngster felt no need, well, no insuperable need, to spend all of his hard-earned money on worldly pleasures, which mostly consisted out of offerings by women of easy virtue and cheap rum. Even so, Thrim had no doubt every single one of the men would be back well before the ultimatum Silver had stated upon their return at giving a few days leave. His short stay had thus far left a memorable impression of the Lady Captain. With the way she handled the crew and ship, it was easy to see why they rewarded her with a fierce loyalty and trust.
He liked being aboard the *Starstruck Siren,* lovingly keeping her in top shape and helping to guide her in her travels over the vast waters. He could hardly wait to set sail, and, in idle time climbed up just because he liked the feel of being high up in the rigging and putting your nose windward.
The call of the sea tugs at her soul. She was born upon the vastness of the ocean and it has been her playground ever since. Her father, Armand, was a pirate and her mother, Simone, a harlot. Such a delightful combination to roll up into one living being.
Dancing eyes, akin to the restless seas, take in all around her with childlike wonder. Sun-kissed cheeks are framed by silken tendrils of burnished copper, that fall haphazardly to tickle lightly against her shoulders. She wears a pair of crimson leather gloves quite often. There has to be something to those gloves, right?
Isabella De La Croix has one pride and joy in her life at this moment, the fast galleon her father gifted her with. Upon recieving it, she changed its name to theLoup de Mer. But, she has found something to tug at her curiousity within Stormpoint.
Connor spends most of the day hauling crates off this boat and onto the next. Although his rugged stature barely betrays that he is a man in his early forties, his patience for indecisive people does. The rugged, burly, unshaven man is 6'2". Connor usually wears his jet black, wavy, shoulder length hair tied by a band of leather. His loose fitting brown breeches are stained with grease and his sleeveless shirt torn and smudged with dirt. A tattoo of a dragon winds itself around his arm, engulfing its own tail.
A cloaked figure alights cautiously from a nearby ship, slipping quietly through the crowds to disappear round a sharp corner. Curious, you follow, and soon find yourself standing at the entrance of a shadowy alley.
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