Snippet #2538872

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...