Sail into the Unknown.......

[Galahad]

Tempestuous winds shrieked across the moonlit sky. The docks were shrouded in a haze of mist, and the moored ships cast silhouettes like leviathans of legend.

The old, weatherbeaten gatekeeper was perched on a stool, sucking on his two clammy pipes. There was one for each of the two corners of his mouth, and they let out wisps of smoke thicker than the fog surrounding him. His voice was husky, ravaged by his pipe-fuelled youth.

''You want the Sprite, laddie? She's second on the right, yes she is.''

Galahad nodded his thanks, breath congealing inside the neckerchief raised to his mouth, and hurried down the pier. He remembered bringing the Sprite to shore only two days earlier, having laid low the skeleton crew as the ship's captain had led a raiding party on a nearby port. The knight hoped it would be a nasty surprise for the captain.

Ships passed him by, and finally he reached the Sprite. It seemed slight compared to some of the galleons moored nearby, but it worked, although the rigging would need replacing. The smell of sea-salt carried on the wind, and Galahad pulled the neckerchief further up to protect his nose.

[Emmela]

Emmela wanders in, wearing a blanket looking sweater. She looks around for Galahad and runs over when she spots him "What's the plan?" she asks inquisitively.

[SirJahd]

Wonders around on deck looking over the ship. He seems to be wearing a heavy cloak of some material. He takes out a bottle and looks at it, but then puts it back into a pouch. He then starts singing drinking songs.

[Galahad]

Galahad smiles at Emmela.

''Well, we need to wait for eveyone to arrive.''

He glances up towards Jahd, and waves at him.

[SirJahd]

:waves back:

Well this should be intersting. I wonder when we are going to leave. I think that it is time for everyone to get here.

[Buttercup]

Buttercup scampers up to the trio and waits with them.

[Fritz]

:wanders aboard from a nearby pub with a cappuccino in his hand.

:gives the others a nod as he passes them.

:stands at the rail, looking out into the night as he waits with the others.

[SirJahd]

I am starting to wonder if anyone else is comeing. It might just be us. Maybe we should start out on our voyage soon.
:pulls out a bottle of whisky, and downs some.:
I wouldn't want to run out of this on this trip. Don't worry I can carry it all.

[Fritz]

:pulls out a bottle of rum

:takes a big swig

:passes the bottle of rum around

:pulls out a bottle of tequilla and offers it to ZMo.

[Everlaster]

G'reth, and elfish man with a purpose, looks above the struggling crowd. Attempting to see his destination of the ship Sprite, he watches as two young men get into a fight. Chiding, he steps down off of his perch into the swarming crowd, and is carried away, yelping and yelling. A few minutes later, he comes back, breatheless. He ducks down and weaves his way towards the vessel, in all of it's excellence. Spotting his voyage commander, he waves abd gives a shout.
" Galahad over here!"

[Buttercup]

Buttercup pours herself some rum and asks for some tequila so she can make pirate margaritas.

[SirJahd]

Looks like someone is haveing some problems. Maybe we can make a hole in the crowd for him. :Takes out a bottle of whisky, and throws it into the crowd.:

[JackZackson]

:was minding his own business milling around in a crowd when he is hit on the back of the head with a whiskey bottle:

Ouch who threw that?

[Everlaster]

G'reth ducks as a whirling whiskey bottle flies through the air. It hits a man in the back of the head. " Ouch" the man said."Who threw that?" G'reth takes the chance to moves quickly through the crowds and reach the docks.

[SirJahd]

:quickly head down below: Not what I had in mind, but it worked I guess. Maybe next time I should aim the bottle.

[JackZackson]

:casts his gaze around looking for anyone acting a little too nonchalant:

:fortunately his trollish skull is thick and he is unhurt:

[ScyrisII]

Scyris stands and approaches Galahad. She dips her head respectfully to him.
"My appologies for not arriving sooner. I had some, ah, troubles."

[SirJahd]

I wonder how many people are going to show up. I am thinking that it is about time for us to start this little quest.

[Leah]

Leah stepped beside of the group of people. "Taking a sailing trip?" she asked curiously, interested because she loved ships and sailing.

[Everlaster]

G'eth nods, just as two more bandits carry him away. He quickly returns, slightly richer then before. " Bandits shoulkd know not to carry such a reasonable sum in their pockets" He says as he pats his own, and whistles.

[Leah]

Leah makes a mental note not to mess with G'eth in the future, no matter how skillful in the arts of thievery she is. "So," she says, "where are you headed?"

[SirJahd]

We are headed somewhere into the unknow. It should be intersting, and dangerous.

[Buttercup]

Buttercup will try anything that's interesting and dangerous. Like J.R. Minga for example.

[Leah]

"Interesting and dangerous?" said Leah, breaking out into a smile. "I'm in!"

[SirJahd]

It looks like we have a large group, and I hope that we leave soon.

[Leah]

"And I as well," replies Leah, gazing around a bit, "for I am a lover of adventures, and the sooner we get going the better... I also have some, erm, reasons to want to be away from this place."

[Everlaster]

G'reth rolls his shoulders, trying to loosen them up. " I'm their giuide, because I know the terrain, but I haven't been there long time now."

[SirJahd]

Has anyone talked to the captain? Maybe we should get going, because this waiting is starting to get to me.

[Leah]

"Aye, the waiting is the worst part," says Leah in her best pirate voice. "I'll go talk to the cap'n for ye." She disappears aboard the ship for several minutes. Upon coming back, she says, "Arr, the cap'n says we leave as soon as ye're ready." Dropping the pirate voice, she whisperes, "By the way, to where are we headed?"