Welcome to Blackfisk

[orderispeace]

Who: The Maharajan and Triton’s Mistress Crews
Where: Blackfisk
When: Now
What: Sinbad wants to expand his trading empire into Templar territory.
Warnings: Possible violence
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed

Any flying a pirate flag are instantly met with suspicion on these Octopus shaped shores. Small troops of soldiers greet new arrivals at the docks to search through their holds for contraband spices, wine, and especially human cargo. The new mayor wants to see an end to the human trafficking ring whose destruction set him in Office to begin with and his men have orders to arrest pirates on sight. The patrols might be avoided if fortune and timing go in your favor, or if you know the secret passcode that signals you are working for the island’s best interests, or even if you hide your ship on the leeward side of the island. But, any unlucky enough to get caught may find themselves carted off to prison to be handed over to the Navy later. 

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The Dock

[orderispeace]

The contraband team has guards, usually in pairs of two, stationed around the area. Each dock is carefully monitored and so is the road leading towards town. The main bulk of the force the evening is deeply involved searching a large galleon that just arrived n port so you might be able to slip inside.

[weriseagain]

The scruffy looking man wandered through the crowds before taking a flask from him pocket and downing a giant swig of the foul smelling alcohol inside. Scratching himself and leaning back against a wall he looks like a beggar who might be more down on his luck than most, but he was alert with his shrewd eyes watching everything happening around him.

“You lot just arrived, did ye?”

[facelesshunter]

Now this was more Hester's kind of people. Hester looked marginally less hostile at him than she would with everyone else.

"Aye. What's news?"

[weriseagain]

"Not to put too fine a point on it," he nodded towards the woman who spoke while fiddling with the bottle cap in his hand. His momentary contemplation over whether or not he should take another drink was solved quickly enough, as he tilted his head back and took a long swig from his rum bottle before finishing his thought. "But, you lot are. Which branch of the Navy you serving with?"

[facelesshunter]

Hester boggles at that.

"Do I look like I'm in the bloody navy?"

The Marketplace

[orderispeace]

Need to restock? This it the place to go! The smiling shop keeps greet you while shoving fruits and vegetables fresh picked from their gardens only hours before into your face. Life for them has changed a great deal recently, while the richer citizens still do live on the ‘head’ of the octopus, they at least no longer have to worry about being shanghaied or paying protection money to prevent it. Their good fortune comes out in lower prices and happy people who might even be willing to share a mug of cider with you.

Re: The Marketplace

[arcadiasailor]

Harlock can be found wandering from shop to shop looking to replace a few things that were damaged by fire earlier in the month. It was cold day and with the town being anti pirate Harlock was sporting the navy blue coat from the outfit he'd warn to the disastrous masked ball all those months ago.

He's currently staring at the third furniture shop he's come across deciding whether or not to enter.

[weriseagain]

A dapper looking fellow stood off to the side, watching as Harlock peered through the foggy glass of the shop window at the handsome furniture within. When he spoke his voice was a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"You might need to enter through the door, my good man. It's rare when the furniture comes outside to greet you."

He stepped forward, leaning up close to the window, to see for himself what had gained so much interest.

"Looking for a desk?"

[facelesshunter]

Hester sees him and giggles behind her scarf. Harlock's not the type to break furniture, at least not his own, so it'll be all the funnier if he has to explain why he needs a new desk.

[arcadiasailor]

The scarf might hide her giggle but it's not hiding that amused glint in her eye.

"What's so amusing? A man could go window shopping." That might have sounded better in his head.

[facelesshunter]

"It's funny if you know why he has to go window shopping."

Phantom F Harlock, scourge of the sea and space, and menace to furniture. She's not above teasing him, even though she respects him.

[chasing_waterfalls]

     While he's still a little nervous about going places by himself, given that the last two times had found him in dangerous situations, Lyrik isn't the sort to just hide himself away in the wake of things. He's part of a crew and therefore has responsibilities.

     They shouldn't need too much by way of supplies, but the young dragon keeps an eye out for anything interesting. He wonders if he might find a smithy here with a reasonably priced blade and the smith not horribly murdered by someone's nightmare, all the while still thinking of his conversation with Eris.

     Those fruits and vegetables do look tasty however, and one can never complain about having fresh produce for meals once you're out sailing again.

[weriseagain]

Lyrik was watched as soon as he stepped off the ship onto the dock. All new arrivals were really. One could never tell just by looking who might be a threat and who was not. While most of the soldiers saw to the Triton's Mistress, speaking with hr Captain and Quartermaster, one slipped free from the group and trailed Lyrik to the market.

"Oi, you there! You have the proper paerwork to be shopping here?"

[chasing_waterfalls]

     The sudden shout after him made the boy jump. He spun around, hands clasped over his chest as though his heart had nearly burst right through.

     "U-uwah! Did you have to yell like that?" he sputtered, but once he calmed down, Lyrik peered at the man confusedly.

     "...paperwork?"

[mostly_me]

Kevin had started the day on Sinbad's heels, and had lost his "captain" in what felt like minutes, maybe less. Finding himself in the marketplace was no real surprise, and it was a little less overwhelming than had been the one on the first island, if only because the people here seemed a little more cheerful. He was reminded that he did have some coins mysteriously in his pocket, but he also had no idea of the exchange rate or how long it would be until he found any more.

So the young, clean-cut teenager was wandering through the streets, clutching a book to his chest, a bit wide-eyed about it all.

[weriseagain]

A stranger in town was bound to gain attention sooner or later and this one stood out more than most.

"Oi you! Hold up there!"

The soldier forced his way though the crowd, giving one too slow to move customer a shoulder check to hurry him out of the way.

"Let me see your papers."

[mostly_me]

Kevin froze at the commanding voice- not necessarily suspiciously, but with the nerves of any teenager- and drew himself up, clearing his throat, eyes wide and genuinely innocent.

"Papers?" he repeated. "...I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean."

The Mayor's Office

[orderispeace]

In contrast to the less well taken care of buildings on the ‘tentacles’ of the octopus the Mayor’s Office was decorated in grand style. Gold gilded chair rails and golden carved decorations hung from the pristine white walls. The large mahogany reception desk was neatly organized but the secretary himself was no where to be found. If you want to see the Mayor maybe you should just open his door and walk in?

[borntochangetheworld]

How Sinbad got there was neither here nor there really, all that mattered was that he was making a self-imposed appointment with the newly elected mayor of Blackfisk. Sinbad did knock twice before opening the door.

"Mr. Mayor! A pleasure to meet you!"

[under_the_wire]

Ja'far wasn't about to let Sinbad have this meeting alone. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of negotiations, more like he was completely unpredictable and Ja'far would rather know what they were going to find themselves committed to sooner rather than later. Anyway, it gave Sinbad a bit more legitimacy to have someone with him to act as an assistant, even if that someone was an eleven year old.

After Sinbad barged into the office and introduced himself, Ja'far tried to hide the horrified look on his face and bowed politely. He was tempted to poke Sinbad in the small of the back to remind him to be polite as well, but respectful poise and silence seemed to be a better choice. For the moment.

[weriseagain]

The knock gave Mayor Wallin some small warning, enough to slid what he had been busy writing on into a desk drawer and stand up from his chair, but not time enough to call for the guards. Then again the two who entered did not seem like the desperadoes he had feared they might have been so maybe this was not an attack? It remained to be seen.

"Meet you, sir? You barged in here without warning or appointment and have not yet given your name, I would not say we had met yet. Who are you?"

Closed to Kevin

[under_the_wire]

Ja'far wasn't exactly sure how Sinbad picked new members for the crew, but he was beginning to think he did it just like he did everything else: completely on a whim. Thank goodness he'd decided on his own to follow him, otherwise he would be taking a hit right to the self confidence right about now.

The new guy was a disaster.

It was easy enough to find him on the island. You just had to follow the outrage and the complaints. Since he was invested in making sure they got off the island with as many people as he'd already listed on the crew roster and budgeted food and supplies for, following the outrage and complaints was exactly what Ja'far was doing. Sure enough, there was Kevin...doing that thing he did...

Ja'far slipped into the crowd of people, making polite apologies and bowing until he could approach Kevin. He didn't exactly want to make it clear that he was associated with him, so instead he tried to catch his attention and mouth "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" at him once he did.

[mostly_me]

It was usually difficult to stop Kevin once he got on a roll- even if no one was really listening, as seemed to be the case here, he was really having a string of bad luck- but he caught motion of the corner of his eye. At first, he mistook it for someone who was genuinely interested in the story of the Nephites, but then he recognized the child.

It was easy to apologize to non-existent crowd, considering they had already wandered away, and turn his attention to Ja'far. "What?" he asked simply, holding his book to his chest and holding out the other hand.

[under_the_wire]

"What are you doing?! You're going to get arrested!"

Ja'far scowled up at at him, free to drop the polite front now that there was no crowd to impress. He had to be on his guard all the time on Blackfisk because Sin was determined to establish trade with the place, but if the natives weren't about, he had no reason to spare the crew from his temper.

[mostly_me]

"Arrested?" Kevin couldn't help but look around a little nervously. "Why in the world would I get arrested? I was just speaking to the townspeople." Of course, his last assembly of a similar size had ended with someone shot in the face, but there was no need to mention that.

He looked down at Ja'far, lips curling a little in concern. "Have you been out here by yourself long? Did you get lost?" When Sinbad had mentioned his second in command was younger than him, he hadn't imagined he would be quite so young. Or so small. It worried him- he already knew Sinbad was reckless, but these two were just children. And as he had already learned, this was no Disney World.