Location: Sigvid Isles
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Setting: Mogby's Dock n Pub
𝕺𝖚𝖗 grand, daring, and prodigious story begins here on the blessed, beautiful, and blue Sigvid Isles of the Azure East. Here, the fruitful soil of the islands have given birth to many souls who have grown to not need for their entire lives, and more who have wanted a plenty. Those who have grown ill of their placid and tranquil exist have come to look for a purpose, and escape from their sheltered reality in a great effort to make a name for themselves within danger, adventure, and wealth. These people turn away from their simple lives on the blissful isles to welcome the grueling, and dangerous life of a pirate. Many pirates start with simple, and humble lives, but each of them have the potential to become more if they keep their hearts, and remain diligent, and true to their-
"Who's dick I gotta suck t'get me a billion shells?!"
The outburst did little to halt the natural and warm bustling of the pub. A few heads turned to examine the flushed and bruised face of the female sitting in a corner booth, but otherwise no one payed mind to the drunken babe as she slurred and whined towards the man sitting by her. The man in question was Mogby himself, the owner of the pub and only friend to the near unconscious woman. The large man was gently dabbing a wet cloth on her face as he made a poor attempt to aid the large bruises and cuts that decorated her once brown skin that was now different shades of purple and red.
"Saila," he warned, dipping the cloth back into the bowl of water before wringing it out. "You outta stop that screamin' before someone takes up on yer offer. Now hold still so's I don't make it worse." With another dab of the cloth, Saila hissed before snatching the cloth from Mogby's hand. "Give it 'ere! You keep puntin' me like that you'll -hic- "sure as hell make it worse!" This statement had the near giant man examining his massive hands before settling into the booth by her. While she tended to her own wounds, he took hold of the flier that lay in front of her.
HELP WANTED: NEED PIRATE CREW! SHELLS GUARANTEED!!
"You really think someone's gonna call to this," Mogby questioned as he examined the shoddy sketch of a stick person sailing on a boat. "It doesn't 'xactly look all that professional..."
Spitting blood into her empty cup, Saila glanced over at her personal work before answering with less of a slur. "Someone's gotta.. I got little choice here.."
She could still feel the fists in her side, the barnacles cutting her skin as she was shoved against the side of the boat, and the knife at her throat as the man and his jockeys loomed over her. This would have been just another day for Saila Meg, but the issue was much more dire than some stolen watch or a misplaced diamond ring that happened to be found in her pocket. No, this wasn't nobody navy man, or drunken slob looking to pick a fight with a thief. Her assailant was none other than Achish Ga. "You owe me you little punt," he growled in her ear, the knife etching slight against her skin, causing a stinging slip against her throat. "I want all billion of my shells on my desk by the end of the season or you're Orlma food!"
Now, Saila already had a poor reputation before this encounter. but with Ga's knife in her back, people were less inclined to interact with the thief. Once word got around that she had a bounty with the pirate people avoided her like- what they called it- the plague? Doors closed, hoods drawn, backs turned. No one was willing to help her no matter how hard she begged, and she did not see herself above getting onto her knees and pleading for help, but this only reinforced how serious the matter was, and scared even more people off.
Down on her luck, she did what she did best and crafted a plan, With a stack a blank papyrus. she drew a plentiful amount of fliers calling for people looking for adventure and gold, and shells. Leaving out her identity, she hoped that she could rope in a few likeminded folks to join her on an adventure to find some money to save her head.
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