Siren Sea

[Grayell]

Grayell thought a moment and then nodded.

Peace? Well I've never been one to deny a man his final peace so guess what lads?

You're sailing under me now. I'll see you to your destination, but my first mate needs to board. Bring her about and to the shore, she'll be here momentarily.

Then we'll see you on your way. You have my solemn oath as a pirate.

[Margrett]

Arrr!

They saluted and went about doing sailorish things as Margrett burst through the trees and nearly fell into the river. They pulled the boat to shore and she climbed on, eyeing the pirates.

I get the feeling this is somehow your doing.

[Grayell]

Sure it is. I wanted to see their panties.

Grayell chuckled and only shook his head. He held his sword aloft, pointed down the river.

ALL HANDS ON DECK YOU SORRY SEA SCABS, ON TO YOUR FINAL RESTING PLACE!

[Margrett]

ARRR!

The pirates cheered and did more sailory things, leading the boat upstream. Margrett sighed, shaking her head.

I'll never understand your taste in women. Attractive blue girls one minute, eldritch squids the next, then onto pirate zombies...

[Grayell]

Stunningly attractive blue girls I'll have you know.

He gave her a wink and made his way to the jibbing, threw his hand around a rope and leaned off the railing. Eyes on the river, Grayell smiled wide... it was a crew. It had been a long time.

[Margrett]

She smiled up at him, a little condescendingly.

Well, that's flattering and all, but I'm still not sure of your choice in women.

She walked to the front of the boat.

I mean, obviously she isn't right for you. She's said as much.

[Grayell]

Grayell looked down at her from his ropes and shrugged.

Yeah... but she'll come around. One day.

His eyes lingered on hers for a moment and he held that smile, looking up the river once more, the sun bathing him in it's warmth.

[Margrett]

They headed upstream to the town they had rented the boat from that the GM is too lazy to look up. That big ship was still in the harbor.

[Grayell]

Grayell meanwhile was wondering what happens when you roll into town with an ACTUAL skeleton crew.

[Margrett]

As the boat neared the dock, someone from the larger pirate ship called out, pointing at Grayell, gesturing to others on the ship.

[Grayell]

Grayell was STILL trying to figure out what the hell happens when your roll into port with a zombie crew and why they came here instead of dropping them off at their destination...

But figured he was about to find out.

He walked down the deck and past Margrett, a stern look on his face.

Stay here. If it gets heated get the hell out of here. That's an order. The crew know you're first mate.

She could handle herself... but she didn't need to. This was Grayell's past. He dropped off the side of the ship and folded his arms, standing defiant. They'd be down soon enough.

[Margrett]

It seemed that the zombies were anxious to get inland, towards the town. Perhaps there was a graveyard of the sort.

From the big ship came a tall man, a little large but all the more imposing for it. He was flanked by a few pirates as he crossed the docks and came to the boat Gray was on. The pirate seemed to have fixed his...problem and had on a normal eyepatch. He walked up to the boat and clicked his tongue.

Well well well. Swansong. Didn't expect you to be on the waters again.

[Grayell]

Grayell folded his arms and smirked. He had his back to the boat and to the water if need be, but was immediately out outnumbered. He could take them on skill... but they were pirates and that meant they simply didn't fight fairly.

Well someone has to show you scurvy bastards how it's done Richard. I see you've neglected my ship... a real shame that.

[Margrett]

Your ship? Ha! I'm doing better than you are, what with your...

The zombies seemed to have some sort of loyalty even in death, and they drew rusty weapons and gathered at Gray's side, reluctantly looking from Richard to Grayell, trying to figure out if there was a conflict.

...dead men and the...

He gestured vaguely to Marg, who was now on Gray's other side.

...blue wench. You call this a crew? Bahhh.

[Grayell]

Grayell lowered his head and chewed on his lower lip for a moment. He looked to once side and nodded a little, head bouncing.

And then he looked up. He unfolded his arms and stepped closer to DPDF, somewhat unhappy.

Dead men tell no tales DICK. And as for the woman... call her a wench again and see what happens.