Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160717054557

"Maybe I'll try learning eventually." Floyd replied, turning to look as Jaree spoke. "Don't exactly have much time for schooling."

Upon hearing Priscilla speak, the men on deck raised the sails to half-sail, so that the ship would be easier to maneuver through the river. There wasn't a large amount of space remainging for the brig, so it was important to be careful so they didn't run aground. As they closed in, the dark figures on the beach were easy to see. All of them were Bretons, capable young men; but strangely enough, one of them seemed to be about 70, or 80. A haunted looking man with grey-white hair, covered in wrinkles was crying as the other Bretons consoled him. It was strange, to say the least, but the group didn't bother the Jackal as it came for the river.