Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5543592-20170716215657

The man considering Fordola for a moment, before spitting once more and then shouting into a nearby porthole, "Captain!"

There was the sound of something crashing, followed by a long stream of elegant curses, and a returning shout, "What?"

"People 'ere wanna charter yer boat."

They could hear the captain's quick footsteps as he hurried from the cabin onto the deck. Gunnar swaggered out from the hold, crossed the deck, and slunk down the gangplank. Spitting guy got a boot in the back, knocking him into the water.

He reached the dock, and turned to them. Gunnar had an interesting face. Long, thin, and dark, Gunnar had a prominant chin and nose, and distinguished brow that sat over two large, highly excited blue eyes. They darted around from one thing to the next, as if nothing held his attention for long. He wore loose clothes, his shirt unbuttoned to expose most of his chest, and had long dreadlocks that went down his back. He stared at them a moment, inspecting them, before cracking a wide grin.

"You three want ta 'ire a ship, eh?" He stepped close, sizing each of them up in turn. "None of yous look like ya smelled salt once in yer lives."