Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131229161058

(Then you're welcome to try.)

Jack woke up to find he had fallen asleep at his desk. His notes and maps were in a disorganized mess, and he had wine on the front of his tail coat. He attempted to remove the stain before deciding to hire a tailor to fix it, and stepped out into the galley. He grabbed a piece of bread and a tankard of cider before retreating back into his room. There was much to do.

Suddenly, a choir of voices rang through the air. Jack hurled himself on deck to find the attackers, only to find a boat full of Legion soldiers sailing past, singing merrily. Some of them had arrows sticking out of joints in their armor, and one or two of them was wearing an eyepatch. Such injuries meant they had been fighting, which most likely meant the chance of a Thalmor attack was rising. Jack watched as the Legion ship sailed past, then looked around at the calm sea of High Rock. They would stop in the city of Wayrest to gather supplies, then they would begin their search for the Elder Scroll. Still, he didn't quite like Wayrest. It was full of sellswords and assassins, agents of all kinds. With luck, they could be in and out in less than an hour.