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Staying quietly an unobtrusively on the ground, Erevin gritted his teeth against the agony in his back. And that's my good shirt! he screamed in his head as images of strangling the first mate with his weapon after dipping him in acid danced through his imagination. After a few seconds the pain began to fade as his body sent a flood of chemicals to his back to shield his mind. His mind went back to the early days of his life, the many long years of scrounging in the refuse for any hint of food that the taverns would have disposed of. How often he had been beaten by drunken pirates on shore leave after weeks of pillaging, murder and worse.

He thought back to the first man he had killed, a pirate who had thought he could treat the young man like a common street whore. After Erevin had fought back he had somehow managed to take the enchanted dagger from the drunk's hand.

His fear had flashed into cold rage, a pent up fury that had been building for years. One stab, two, three stabs hadn't been enough. Every second of pain and hunger had been carved into the pirates body long after his heart had stopped pumping. Later Erevin had stripped the mutilated body of every value and dumped it into the ocean. Watching the corpse drift away with the tide before vanishing under the water had given Erevin a cold satisfaction.

The next day he had sold the dagger to the local enchanter in return for instruction. That one sale facilitated years of instruction to all thing magical. While he had showed no talent for sorcery and whose faith had yet to find a home his keen intellect unlocked an even rarer gift. Under his fingers all matter of magical items would be born, a potential that would create a world in which Erevin would never feel the lash or go hungry again.

Gritting his teeth he pushed himself upright again and shoved his way through the crowd. Ignoring the startled looks and dripping blood he starred the first mate down for a long time before delivering a wicked smile of all teeth. "Why sir, I am the very man you seek. Stew, roast, fried...I can do it all."

It was hot. Why is my skin burning? What's all that noise? Ah feth!! the thoughts pounded through Erevin's skull as he rolled to his feet drunkenly and raced/stumbled over to the railing and promptly threw up what was left of last night's celebrations into the ocean. His stomach heaved a few times theatrically as he purged the last of the poison they had fed him after correctly identifying the last hints of Taggit oil on his tongue. He tried to mentally retrace his steps and had a faint memory of waiting impatiently for the contact to show up in the seedy bar last night and thinking the drink had a strange nutty flavor to it.

"Brew your own damn drink from now own you idiot." the tall human muttered to himself as he stood up straight and stretched his aching muscles. He stopped halfway and his hands began to pat all over his body, an expression of panic growing on his face. He had only a few seconds to search and turn back to the ship before he ducked under the end of a whip that came whistling towards his face. His back bumped against the railing of the ship as he took full stock of the situation and registered defeat with a slumping of his shoulders. Taking a deep breath he pushed his long blue-black hair back with both hands before walking over to the mast and gripping one of the thick ropes that ringed the processed tree trunk.

Erevin gave a smirk to the struggling woman as he began to slowly ascend with sure steps. He stopped at ten feet up and watched as the black catfolk literally danced up the pole before letting go and dropping back to the deck with a thud, landing lightly on both feet. He patted his waist in satisfaction and froze for a second as his fingers came to rest on a section of his belt. A tiny smile of victory ghosted across his mouth for a moment before he stood back and watched in admiration as the cat folk almost sprinted up to the crow's nest before arrogantly hanging from the lip of the perch.

"I believe we have a winner miss, and it's not us." Erevin drawled to the short, blue skinned woman.