Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140414134921

Tyranil awoke in his ship from a light sleep. He didn't have nearly enough drink the previous day to internally complain about his head. He continued laying in bed for some time, enjoying the silence his ship offered. His thoughts trailed again to the pirate meeting. He would most likely be the least favorable to win; he disliked almost all the other Priate Lords, and thus, most ignored him. They hadn't even bothered to tell him when the meeting actually was, so he was just stuck sitting and wondering.