Far out in the calm blue sea stood two ships. Held together via hooked ropes after a boarding. One of these ships was a rather large Brig, equipped with three sails (Not including the front side sail), a nameplace could be seen at the front of the ship, 'Seishaw' is what was read. The other was a smaller schooner-like ship, holding two sails and floating in a highly damaged state. A boarding had just finished, the cheering left aside for work to occur as barrels and boxes of supplies were hauled over into the Seishaw.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Captain Schwab..." Spoke a strange voice, it seemed to be full of happiness and excitement, along with resentment. The source of the voice was walking towards a single man who was tied up against the main mast, dressed in blue military uniform with a commodore's hat.
"Is that you, 56?" Captain Schwab replied as he slowly raised his head, seeing the formally dressed captain, who was wearing his mask of course. Made of black leather and only showing his only red eye, with the mouth area holding a print of a teethed mouth. The red eye was wide with either excitement, or anger, or maybe even psychosis.
"Bitch it might be!" 56 giggled as he crouched down, resting one arm on his knee. His unbuttoned sleeveless jacket opened a little to show off the flintlock pistols which was worn underneath.
"What happened to Greyshackles? Did he finally promote you?"
"Hmmm..." 56 looked up to the clear blue sky for a moment, his eye then quickly darted down to look at the Captain. "Who knows?"
Schwab gave off a pathetic laughter, as if he were giving up, "So you managed to kill him, you crazy bastard... What do you want?"
56 moved his head to stare at Schwab right in the eye, "Supplies, and your lovely large masts, maybe even the deckwood..."
Schwab's eyes opened wide, "What? No! You can't take my ship apart!"
"You lost, so you pay the penalty. Don't worry, I only want wood that's not too wet and intact, so only the deckwood would be taken. Your ship will still sail, wherever the current would take you." 56 stood up and called out loud; "Take the masts and the deckwood!"
"Wait wait wait wait wait! I can help you! Y'know about what Greyshackles was searching for?"
56's head slowly turned to face Schwab yet again, "Of course, it's what I'm going for."
"Well, I know the general location. I can tell you! As long as you don't rip my ship apart!" Schwab was getting desperate.
"'kay, deal. Now tell me." 56 replied, his voice full of happiness and curiosity.
"Isger, go there. It's somewhere around there."
"Is that it!?" He shouted, annoyed with the idea of hunting around yet another place for ages. "Can't you narrow it down to an even more general area?"
"No, that's all I know..."
BANG! 56 quickly pulled out one of his flintlock pistols and shot the man in the head. "Continue..." He gave the order for the crew to continue ripping the boat apart and stocking up.

Finally with a location to travel to, along with a large amount of supplies, Patraeko's story will finally begin. Not just this search, but other treasures await. Large riches to be found, and great risks to be done.
But, for now, upgrades and recruitment needs to take place. So the Seishaw will head off to the Garund mainland, ready to trade, purchase and recruit...

About a week had passed since the last battle, bringing the story to the present. The Seishaw had docked up in port with a large amount of upgrades added to it, this includes a reinforced hull, an extra mast, and the addition of a ram and front facing cannons. Being the end of the month, the crew had been granted their pay and allowed a day off. Bringing Patraeko to enter this tavern, along with his right had man, 'Bigman'. Patraeko was wearing his normal formal clothing, with his waistcoat covering all flintlock pistols and his sword being held by Bigman, under his long trenchcoat. This time, Patraeko wasn't wearing his mask, but had it closeby in his satchel, just in case. He had no need to wear his mask, for all the normal people know, he's Patraeko Payemyndii, a well dressed commoner. Even his enemies wouldn't recognise him due to his change in clothing and the addition of his mask when in battle, as Captain 56.

The two reached the bar; sitting on the barstools, Patraeko made his order. "Hey, two bottles of rum." He placed the right amount of coins on the counter for the Barman to take after placing the bottles on the counter. "Thanks."

"So, Sir. About the fountain, why do you need it? I mean, your Shadonian. Don't Shadonians have an infinite lifespan?" Bigman questioned, attempting to make a conversation.
"No, no. Haven't you heard of our tradition? It's not really a tradition though; On a Shadonian's 21st birthday, they don't celebrate turning 21. They celebrate surviving that day. Why? Because there is some strange curse-like thing in our body, where there is a 50% chance of simply dropping dead for no reason on the 21st birthday. If you're lucky, then the body stops ageing completely and then lives with an unlimited lifespan." Patraeko explained, taking a sip of his rum after every sentence.
"Sooo... that doesn't answer.."
"Basically, I don't want the risk. I want a 100% chance of living. That's all."
"Ah, I get it now!" Bigman slapped his fist down onto his palm while giving an agreeing nod.
"Good good... We're setting off tomorrow to Isger. If I knew where it was..." Patraeko turned to the barman, calling him over with a whistle, "Hey, do you know where Isger is?"
"Ah... That's o'er... Uhm... Northeast from 'ere. It's not far inland, bu' I doubt a boat would get you there." The barman replied, confused as to why he was asked.
"Thanks! That's enough information!" Patraeko placed a coin in the barman's mouth as a little tip. "Yer a good help, buddy." He tapped the barman's face a little before dismissing him.

"We will head off tomorrow, Bigman."
"Yes sir."

The two Pirates were holding a casual conversation, talking about some of the crewmen on the ship and some sights they had seen in their travels. But then, some random dark skinned being appeared, takling strangely.

“S'cuse me, good saer.” Neth hopped over to a bar stool closer to the one-eyed boy and the hulking man. “But I wouldn't rely on the information provided by a backwater barkeep if I were you."
Patraeko replied with the raise of an eyebrow above the eyepatch as he slowly turned his body to the person, "As long as I have a general idea, I'll do it." He replied as the man pulled out a map and placed it on the bar, pointing out a route and explaining the places;
“We're here, in Garund. And Isger is...” Neth trailed a finger to the north, past an expanse of water and to the southern part of the northern continent. “Here. It lies on the northeastern tip of Cheliax, across the sea.”
Patraeko was watching intently, nodding his head slightly after some important words in agreement, he was holding his hand on his stubbed chin as he thought some random stuff while the an continued;

Neth shot the pair and inquisitive stare. “Forgive me for prying, but aren't you two seamen? If...if you're heading there anyway, would you mind allowing me passage on your ship? I don't have much left in the way of funds, but I can certainly work my wages during the trip.” as an afterthought, he hastily added: “And after I'm done with my business in the tomb, I can pay you with whatever treasures I unearth.

“So...” the mage extended his hand towards Patraeko, “Would you grant Neth Ruvathi of Rahadhoum safe passage to Cheliax?”
Patraeko opened his eye and raised his head, bringing his bright red, psychotic gaze into the man's own eyes. "Aye, we are... 'seamen'... And we are heading towards Isger, just on a little quest or something." He smiled a little, listening more to the man's words. "I don't usually allow people on my vessel unless they are part of my crew. If you want to hitch a ride, it's either become part of my crew, or pay the wages and stay below deck." Patraeko explained, he can't allow this man to learn of Patraeko's true person, if the ship were to get into a brawl, Patraeko would have to change into his battle clothing and wear his mask. He can't really do that when an outsider is watching.
"Wait... Tomb? Treasures? I'm interested in this already. I might have to make it a side quest as I need to learn more information on my goal. Maybe you could help me? An eye for an ey-" Patraeko paused, remembering that this saying was used literally in his past. "Anyway, I can help you. Just remember the two choices I've given... Neth."
He held his hand out to shake hands, "Payemyndii, Patraeko Payemyndii. This guy is my right hand man, Bigman."

“I...suppose that I can stay below decks for the duration of the journey.” Neth replied, he didn't seem too happy with this rule... But, Patraeko can't afford to have his identity as Captain 56 discovered by some random dark skinned man who wanted to find some treasure. “As long as I can heave overboard in the case of sea-sickness, these parameters are acceptable.”

Patraeko gave off yet another sigh, there was a good deal he could give this man; "Alright alright, I'll let you stay in the Captain's quarters. There're windows where you can throw up into the waters. Just make sure you stay there and fight the urge to mess with my stuff." His eye narrowed, "If you do manage to mess with my stuff, I'm afraid a forced recruitment will have to take place. But don't worry, my crew are greatful and are happy to have me as their captain."
Patraeko motioned to Bigman, signalling him to head off and inform the crew of the hitch hiker. Gotta make the ship seem less... Pirate.

“A quest? For magic? Power? Wealth?” suddenly pensive, the wizard stared at Patraeko over steepled fingers. “Maybe our paths are not mutually exclusive. Maybe the two intertwine. Magic is woven into the very fabric of our reality, making coincidence a very unlikely circumstance.” he smirked. “Hells, the odds of my own travel being delayed by a beast attack so that I would end up four days behind scheudle--here, at the very same bar as you, just in time to overhear and correct your supposed expedition to Isger...it's...

“Well, the odds are astronomical to say the least.”

"I don't believe in that shit..." Patraeko replied, annoyed, "Well, I know and acknowledge it's existence. I just hate it. Being Shadonian and all, it's understandable, I guess..." He looked away, his red eye staring at the satchel in which Neth was rummaging through. He seemed to be looking for something... It wasn't long until he had found what he needed, “The majority of the loot from my last venture has already been used to pay off my expenses or sent back home, but I did manage to keep this.” the ring was set onto the counter by Patraeko's hand. “I've identified it as an item displaying the properties of both a Feather Fall spell and a Lightness spell. It'll save you from any sort of dangerous drop, and prevent your from sinking in water."
Patraeko replied by pushing the ring back towards Neth, a small smile on his face, "Again, me and magic don't mix. Let me come with you to your destination, and we can split the treasure. 60:40."

He leaned forward a little towards Neth, a new idea coming into his head. "You do seem like someone with a good head on his shoulders, unlike me..." He held his hand to his head making rings around the ear with his finger, confessing his 'small' mental problems. "I don't see why you don't join me? You could even join the crew with a high rank, you could be my left hand man, -where Bigman is obviously my right hand man-. Then, you would gain permission around my whole vessel, along with a secure monthly payment. A new life! And my own quest would pay you a nice sum, as long as you hold enough information. I pay my crew depending on their usefulness."