Post by SnowDog on Jul 5, 2020 18:51:57 GMT -5
To say this place was what he was expecting would be the understatement of the year. The weather along the ride to Pirate’s Market was bright, sunny, practically wonderful. In an instant it all changed so suddenly, thick gray clouds and fog covered the island in a blanket of darkness the likes of which Goji has never experienced before. Still, if he wanted to become a pirate, he was gonna need a crew and this place sounded like the perfect place for him to start searching.
Pulling his dinky little raft towards one of approaching docks, the half-blood tied his vessel to a small post before disembarking and making his way inland. The sights and sounds of the bazaar-like island was like music to his ears. Merchants were trying to persuade him into their shops, con men trying to harass him into buying objects he didn’t need, there was an energy to this place Goji couldn’t quite place but it was a fresh and new experience, only slightly offset by the drab and depressing weather.
Goji approached one of the residential establishments, a small tavern sandwiched in between a couple of the shops. Upon entering, he was greeted by the differing aromas of fresh cooked food and the sweat and stink of the various pirate patrons. Few of those already sitting at the bar paid him any mind as he entered before returning to their own drinks and previous conversation. ”Well I better start asking around then...” he internalized as he approached the bar top. He spun the barstool around a it before setting himself up at the seat.
The barkeeper approached him to take his order, a rugged old man with a burly gray mustache and a few dozen scars scattered across his face, each one telling a different story.
“I think I’m good on drinks for now, however I did want to ask you, where would one go to find some possible crew mates?” The silverback captain inquired resting his arms against the bar top. Those half way listening in crooked their brow at the inquiry, some unintentionally snarling their upper lip a bit. Goji continued on, “Do you know anyone that’s looking for a crew you could point me towards?”
Pulling his dinky little raft towards one of approaching docks, the half-blood tied his vessel to a small post before disembarking and making his way inland. The sights and sounds of the bazaar-like island was like music to his ears. Merchants were trying to persuade him into their shops, con men trying to harass him into buying objects he didn’t need, there was an energy to this place Goji couldn’t quite place but it was a fresh and new experience, only slightly offset by the drab and depressing weather.
Goji approached one of the residential establishments, a small tavern sandwiched in between a couple of the shops. Upon entering, he was greeted by the differing aromas of fresh cooked food and the sweat and stink of the various pirate patrons. Few of those already sitting at the bar paid him any mind as he entered before returning to their own drinks and previous conversation. ”Well I better start asking around then...” he internalized as he approached the bar top. He spun the barstool around a it before setting himself up at the seat.
The barkeeper approached him to take his order, a rugged old man with a burly gray mustache and a few dozen scars scattered across his face, each one telling a different story.
“I think I’m good on drinks for now, however I did want to ask you, where would one go to find some possible crew mates?” The silverback captain inquired resting his arms against the bar top. Those half way listening in crooked their brow at the inquiry, some unintentionally snarling their upper lip a bit. Goji continued on, “Do you know anyone that’s looking for a crew you could point me towards?”