Mrackia

The smoke-filled tavern was busier than Kieran had ever seen it. Dirty bodies lined the walls and ruckus laughter bellowed from all corners. Whores clung to men as much as the men clung to their rum.
“Ok, people, places your bets,” he said as he dole out the cards to the other people at the table. Gambling was his favorite thing to do while docked. And the Bitter Hag Tavern in Mrackia always had the most colorful clientele, and the most interesting opponents.
“It’s busier than usual,” he said to his friend, Vishtor. “Is there a ‘free whore with every drink’ deal that I don’t know about?” Kieran heard a grunt of approval nearby.
Vishtor snorted. “Unlikely. It has to do with that Stone Goddess being stolen, I’d imagine.”
Kieran rolled his eyes. “Of course. I’d have to be death not to.”
Vishtor raised his eyebrows. “And going after it is not something you’d be interested in? I hear the reward is life changing.”
“Yes, well while those idiots are going off looking goddess-knows-where, for something that might never have existed at all, much less been stolen, and incurring the wrath of the king, I’m going to do the smart thing; raid and loot the merchant ships without competition from other raiders and looters. And why is there no competition?” He tapped the side of his head twice for effect.
Vishtor huffed. “You have no ambition.”
“No, I have a will to live and not waste my time.”
Suddenly, the man behind Vishtor stripped and dropped his drink on Vishtor, drenching him.
“Blast!” he said.
Kieran burst out laughing so hard he nearly fell back in his chair. “You can’t beat the Bitter Hag!”

Jenna raised an eyebrow at the trader, "Is that really your best price?" He nodded. Jenna bit her bottom lip, "You couldn't take even another two off? Please?" She added when she realised the trader wasn't going to budge on the price. When did food get so expensive? Finally, he relented.
"Fine, since you asked so nicely, I'll take another two off the price," the trader began wrapping the food while Jenna counted the coins out onto the counter. She handed over the coins and took the food from the trader with a quiet thanks. She hugged the parcels as she limped through the market. At least it wasn't aching yet, she thought, that was always a good sign. Jenna spotted Citali among the throng. To be fair, he was easy to spot in most crowds, given he seemed to have an aversion to wearing a shirt. Jenna waved to her fellow crew member. His wave was a little less enthusiastic than Jenna's had been, but she still took it as invitation over.
"Citali, would you mind-" Citali took some of the food parcels from Jenna before she had a chance to finish her question, "Thank you."
"Your limp is getting worse," Citali said simply as they headed back to the ship.
Jenna shrugged, "I'll live." She blew off his concern and quickened her pace.
Once they were in the ship's kitchen, Citali looked disapprovingly at the parcels. Jenna folded her arms and glared at the striker, daring him to say anything, "We aren't all as skilled a hunter as you are Citali. Us mere mortals have to buy our food." She joked.
"Then I will go hunt and see what I can get," Citali countered.
"You don't have to do that."
Citali shrugged, "I want to."

Eric Kloon

Eric stood a head above the other men at the circle his feet planted firmly on the tables edge and he lead them all in song..

Well, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine..I had a little stretch of land along the coastal line.
But times got tough, and though I tried, the money wasn't there..The bankers came and took my land and told me, "Fair is fair".
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no "HELL NO!!"

The crowd of men would join in from time to time and hoist the tempo as it ran. That was until someone dropped their drink and it began to skip across the floor knocking into shins and toes along its ride. The upstairs of the tavern exploded into a roar of shouting and fighting as they tried to figure out who caused the fight.
But there in the midst of the fighting was Eric, with mug in hand and a half unconscious man in the other. "Ha ha ha... you boys sure know how to throw a party."

He tossed the man into a group before flipping the table with his foot and kicking it to the wall.
A man burst from the corner and tried to take Eric down, but as his shoulder made contact with the larger ones midsection Eric did not budge. He looked up to see Eric finish off his drink and look down on him with a large grin as he hefted him up the smaller gentlemen and hurled him over his left shoulder letting him crash over a low counter. He scooped another drink up off the floor and lifted it to his lips.
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "We just let twenty go!" "HA,HA,HA!!!" He chugged the ale fast and returned to the fight with a merry tune in his throat.

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Doug

The ocean breeze swept over the bow of the ship as Doug looked out over the ocean, Spinning his fathers sextant in his hand softly. He could see all manner of life swimming in the water below, as he looked on a sea turtle could be seen toddling back and forth in the water to get to where it was going.

He had been laying half way off the edge of the ship for some time, using a makeshift net as a hammock he kept his sight turned down to the ocean below. It was refreshing to do so seeing as he spent most of his time looking to the horizon or the sky and not having the sun sting his eyes was a good feeling from time to time.

With almost the rest of the to port, he was relaxing to the sound of the ocean for once this week.
He did wonder what would come of the day however, when the captain and the rest of the crew go ashore they usually return with some hair brained idea at fame. Or some hodunk treasure map that leads them to a well hidden box of junk.

He pulled a small piece of cloth over his eyes and decided to let the breeze sway him to sleep now.