|Garde Manger Guy|
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The swashbuckler shivers from the wet and damp, suddenly plucked from the churning maelstrom into the waiting tentacles of a hungry Kraken. At the last second he was spared from being a tasty morsel of a meal and deposited roughly unto the deck of a fearsome ship with an even deadlier crew. Even the greenest of sailors in the Shackles would recognize this ship and her immortal, always dangerous captain. What can only be her first mate and herald strides forward from the crowd to speak.
"Aye matey! You almost made toothy over there a fine starter of a meal! It seems you have stirred the Lady's interest however, so she persuaded her friend to place you upon our deck!" The herald smiles a black toothed grin, his one eye glowing a crimson red as he speaks. "But first we needs to judge ye according to yer deeds. How much tribute have you paid the lady? What have you taken in her name? Let's just see shall we?"
The swashbuckler can only watch in morbid fascination as a large iron wrought chest is dragged from the depths of the maelstrom by the justifiably angry Kraken. It's worked in cold iron and precious metals with large and small jolly rogers picked out of gemstones of the finest quality and clarity. It is easily the most valuable thing he has even seen in his lifetime. With a mind piecing shriek the chest is opened unto the deck and from the blackness inside roll out...
Two shiny gold pieces.
"Lads! Look at the bounty this man has bestowed upon our Goddess! shouts the herald. With this tribute we can raise havoc across all the known worlds!" The crew shouts with joy as if a mountain of coin and plunder had poured forth from within the chest. It takes a few minutes for the mayhem to cease, after which the herald once again addresses the unfortunate swashbuckler.
"Aye! Ye have been judged and found wanting laddie! But yea still have a chance to make yer amends. We will return yea from whence yea came. In exchange, for a year and a day ALL ye plunder save whatcha need for food and lodgins will be thrown overboard in tribute to the Pirate Queen!" The herald pauses to spit something black and viscous over the side of the ship before continuing.
"If yea don't agree now, we feed yea to toothy here! If yea agree and attempt to renege on this agreement, than toothy here will have a second chance at a meal!" The herald gazes upon the swashbuckler with a predatory grin as if almost daring the man to strike him, perhaps offering yet another way out of this predicament.
"So matey! What will yea answer be?"
*Please note that the two shiny gold piece reference is what would occur if this happened in my own campaign. Your mileage may vary.*