Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160715214351

Floyd accepted his bowl with a polite thank you, before heading to sit down at the table Valeera was at, considering it was the only one with someone he knew. "This seat taken?" He asked.

Just as the four of them had entered, Samedi suddenly found his hands more than full as a good number of the crew, perhaps just under a dozen, came in after them. There seemed to be a few of every type in there, contrary to the popular belief that pirate crews tended to just be comprised of your standard, run-of-the-mill ruffians. Brugo sat down at a table with a number of crew that the others didn't really know much about. It seemed they were the prior crew, and Brugo, of course, had some history with them, being a member of the Jackal's crew for the better part of its career as a pirate vessel.

Up on deck, Priscilla, Tariq and to some extent, Hrathmar could see something in the distance, to the West as they sailed for Cespar. Storm clouds brewing, spinning in a contained circle as if they were some sort of concoction being stirred in a chamber-pot. It was strange, to say the least, as the storm clouds moved rather quickly in a pattern atypical of what was common. They were gone just as quick as they appeared, fading into the distance.