Here we go, Chesh, I'll start this off: (Currently having the worst of brain blocks, so I hope this turns out decently, lol) A loud knocking jolted James out of his sleep. "Captain, we've reached port," said the main, his gruff voice meaning that it was James's first mate, Jones. James, who was still laying in his huge bed, groaned and flipped over, bringing a feather-down pillow with him. The sunlight was strong and pouring in through the large cabin windows and James realized that it was almost mid-day. "Guess I'd better get up," he thought groggily, sleep still making him slow. "God knows that my crew can't handle being in port if I'm not leading the way." With that James quickly got dressed and ready to go, barely taking any time at all to throw on his clothes and splash some water on his face. Once fully awake the Captain left his quarters and emerged onto the polished deck of his ship. From the deck of his ship, The Atlantis, James had the best view of the marina. Ships small and large were docked here, all of them belonging to fellows on the....other side of the law. It was a pirate port, one of the biggest ones even, and it was affectionately known as Pandora. The sun was almost directly over head before the crew had managed to successfully secure a dock and James promptly released them into the town, telling them to be back on the ship before noon the next day. James looked at his first mate, Jones. "Try not to get into too much trouble. Don't want everyone to know we've docked here." After making sure everything was as it should be, James set about finding his usual place. He needed to find the crew's next job and there was no place better for doing so than the local tavern, The Treasure Chest..