Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-10906938-20150103051920

(I think now's a great time to join)

A ship that had recently docked and been inspected dropped its gangplank. Instead of plague-bearing rats and exotic goods, two shady characters stepped off with a relatively-clean Breton clasped firmly between them. He struggled with every step, and the knife knicked his neck. If one tried hard enough, you could hear the captive growl through his gag, "I wonder what plagues I'll get from you filthy rats."

The three stopped before an aging man. One of his attendants set a bag of gold on a post to the side, and the captive was kicked to the other side of the two parties. Wordlessly, the filthy scum edged over to the money while the others approached the captive. When the ransom was complete, his binds were cut and gag untied.

Before he could rub his red wrists, the older man began. "I presented you with my ship... five hours ago. In five hours, you managed to cause a mutiny. It took you five hours to lose the most valuable thing you owned. Five hours. I didn't get one in thirty years. What's more, you needed to be ransomed. That was for my retirement. The retirement that I'm five hours into. All of this makes me wonder if you possibly could have f***ed up any more. You've pissed me off as much as you did your crew. Now get out of my sight."

"See ya never, pops."

After a backhand that left the young man on the cobbles, his father turned with a flourish and boarded the carriage brought around for him.