Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180421194609

"Quick little lapdogs, aren't they?" The Navigator of the War Master noted as the Malaia was closing the gap between them.

"Good thing we're not trying to outrun them." Captain Raj replied.

"Ballistae loaded, Captain!" The First Mate reported from the main deck.

"Alright men, kedge! Portside! Let's show those Imperials what we're made of!" Raj the Black Knight shouted.

The crew hurried to follow orders and dropped one archor abruptly.

To men used to the Jerral Mountains, these Ogre Tooth Moutains looked more like jagged hills since they weren't nearly as tall as the ones in northern Cyrodiil. Still moving off-road was much slower as the terrain was still very uneven and running through it would be quite risky, they could easily fall or miss-step and break a leg.

Nonetheless, they progressed through the mountains, until they ran into what looked like a bandit camp. A group of Redguards was camping near a cavern. They were armed and had a few defenses, including lookouts in the perimeter of their camp. However, the lookout had yet to stop the Bone Mask Pirates.

As Jerod was heading to the Screaming Mermaid, he noticed a group of Imperial Navy men talking with local guards outside.

"King of Daggerfall?" The Trierarch moved away from the railing and a few moments later Cohorts threw down ropes to allow Cassander and his men to tie their rowboat to the Katariah.

The imprisoned pirates were being kept in seperate cells in the Grave, the prison of Stros M'Kai, just north of the port city. As its name implied, it was not a good place to be in. Conditions there were terrible and any criminal unlucky enough to find himself there would soon be in their grave.

The Brinehammer was halfway through its journey, when problems began.

Lhotun was suddenly awoken by loud yelling.

"Agh! You bitch!" The voice of one of his crew yelled somewhere nearby. More yelling followed.

Lhotun jumped off his bed and grabbed one of his scimitars. He thought they were being attacked so he rushed out of his cabin and to the noise quickly. However, the yelling was coming from inside the ship, not outside.

He made it to the area near the crew quarters where three of his men were banged up and heavily cut. One of them was on the ground, his face all scratched up, another had a bleeding arm and his shirt was torn. The third had a dagger out, but was currently up against the wall and had a pair of claws inches from his throat.

The Khajiiti woman looked ready to kill him right then and there.

"What in Oblivion is going on here?!" Lhotun demanded.

One of his men, a middle-aged Nord that was up against the wall, said. "Captain, this crazy bitch attacked us!"

Lhotun looked over at the Khajiit.

She let go of the Nord and backed away. "These three were getting handsy. Khajiit just taught them a lesson."

The man who's face was all scratched up pushed himself up and said. "Look what this damned cat did to my face! Captain, I say we toss her overboard!"

From the way the two men slurred their words, Lhotun could tell they were more than a bit drunk. As such he was inclined to believe the Khajiit acted in self-defense. "Aye, she made you much prettier." Lhotun jested. "I can almost bare to look at you now." He chuckled, though the three men weren't amused. "Go on, get yourselves cleaned up and head on deck. You three have will take up nightly duties."

The Khajiit snickered, though she didn't like the Captain's next words.

"You're going to do inventory on our supplies. Go to the hold and catalogue our food and water." Lhotun ordered.

The Khajiit frowned, but headed off without complaining. The three men also went off, but they complained quite a bit.

"You did good." Shav muttered from behind him moments later. "Seems you've been paying attention to my lessons on being a Captain. You must keep your crew disciplined, or before long you'll see yourself under mutiny."