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A small row boat rows in to shore. It was left there by its one man crew. He walks in to the town full of drunks and hores was all he could see. He was told that this place would have the pirates with the ships he needed. As a drunk came his way he grabbed his Okima and gripped it tightly. The drunk paid no mind and kept walking. He sighed seeing the drunk go. No need to let anyone about my skills yet... He though as he entered the bar. The Bar was just one big party and drunken fights. He said down and held his finger up for ale. The waitress gave it to him and he started to sip on it as he looked around for a crew to join or to put together.

Darien smiled. 'Well, I'm glad you approve.' he said, jestingly. 'So, how long will it take for you to plot our course? And do you need any help?' he asked. 'I may not know much about the workings of ships, but I know maps and charts damned well.' he said, moving to the opposing side of the table.

'I know of a place right about...' he took out a small blade from his bracer, and poked it at a small island, '... there. There's a small rum-runner's cache there that might be... good for us.' he said. 'That's not all they have there, though. I'm pretty sure of that.'

Weaving her way out f the bar, and clear of its patrons, Myyth walked back towards the ship, not overly concerned with how things were progressing. If Bo and some others wated to fight for it, the rum might even show up. She wasn't concerned either way in anycase.

Stepping outside she noticed that somome on the ship was looking in her direction, but then left the rail. Not thinking much of it, she walked over an onto the ship, glancing around to see where Bo was at.

Bo listened to his whole story before makeing a comment of any sort. Best not to make him lose track and start all over again! When he was fineshed and gave a real explanation for wanting to learn how to use a gun Bo shook her head.

"That be a better reson then just worrin' 'bout us bein' attacked."

Bo said, walking over to him and his gun. Bo took the gun from him and held it up at eye levle, giveing it a once over like any well trained gun-man. When she was done looking it over she shook her head again, personaly she wouldn't count on this for more then show but she was picky with her weapons.

"Well... It will fire, but I wouldn't count on it for more then show. It is a verry pritty gun, yes, but usualy the prittier the gun the worse off you are... usualy"

She told him, handing him back the gun. She pulled her own gun from her waist and held it out for him to see, it wasn't fancy at all, no gold plateing or anything but unlike Darian's... hers seemed to have been used hundreds of times over. The tip was plastered over with pouder that wouldn't come off no matter how many times it was polished, the barrol was scuffed from harsh use and the handle was scratched from battles long past.

"See.... unlike mine, yours has no show of wear and tear... meaning that if it had a past owner, he didn't trust it ether...... now... lets go find Gwen"

Bo stated as she holstered her gun and walked out onto deck in surch of Gwen.

Noir was busy below decks, he was simply exploring all the different nooks and crannies of the ship. This was in reality only the second ship he had ever boarded, the other being on a special request from a client to "retreieve" some documents from a large navy ship. In truth he was actually lost. He had taken 3 right turns, a left and another right but when he tried to go back that way, he found that he was utterly lost. He readjusted the large sack on his shoulder wondering if he would ever find someplace he could bunk.

Upon hearing her name from below, Stara gently snapped out of her momentery leisure and straightened up. We all ready then? Guess relaxin's over. She thought, peaking over the side. When she saw the captain, she signaled she understood with a light nod, and placed on foot on the Nest's edge. "Will do, captain." She called out, now standing completely atop the rim. Moving towards the side, she quickly jumped down next to the origin of the sails. Walking rather fast for someone placing one foot infront of the other, she reached the first out of two knots that kept the sail tied up. Once the left side of the sail was beginning to dangle, she made way to the right side and repeated the what she'd donw on the other side.

Soon enough, the main sail was waving freely against the winds. She then walked back towards the Nest, clung onto the shrouds, and began her desent. When she reached the main deck, she slid across the few people unboard towards the starboard side, where she tide one of the loose end of the sails. Once that was in a strong knot, she made way to the port side of the boat, doing the same with the other loose end. Overlooking the sails one last time, she crossed the deck to the nearest shroud and climbed a few feet before speaking. "Sails are ready, cap'n!" She called out, not really knowing the captain's actual location.