Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-13615389-20150102233800

(I'm here! I was gone so I could abuse the Boxing Week sale.)

The sun had just about dissapeared from the horizon, painting the skies a beautiful orange. The docks were roaring with life, crates of sugar, rum and other goods (most of which were attained by men with credentials just as dubious as his) were being taken to and fro. The white sails of The Jackal were pulled up. Two combat boots clacked down onto the wooden docks, one after the other. The ship was undercrewed for the ambitious voyage that Cyrus Kane had planned, and he was looking to pick up some new blood at The Iron Scalon Inn.

"We'll be leaving soon, don't get comfortable." The captain quietly said to his crew as they made their way down the dock. Most of the crew had stayed behind, but some were selected to make their way to the inn with the captain.