Jolted by Arys' slap, you could see Ishirou debate with himself internally before he slapped his sword back fully into its scabbard.
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You recall stories of a Captain Lortch Quellig, a famous, successful and paranoid pirate captain of the Shackles some fifty years ago. Reputed to have been so paranoid, that he sacrificed his own crew to hide his ill gotten treasure.
"Hey. Manscape," he remarks after walking up behind the map-stashing man with a neatly trimmed goatee. "Mind sharin' what ye's got there? A map?"
Ishirou whirled around to face Reijo, his eyes blazing. His thumb barely moved as it clicked gently off its scabbard restriction stop."And if I do mind?" He gritted out.
"Good day, sir. What can you tell us about the raiders' ship? Maybe the direction from which it came at the Throaty Mermaid, for instance?"
Ulamon frowned."That's the thing lass. I was below with the rest of the crew in me hammock, so I didn't see fer meself, but I heard from the night watch that there wasn't no ship. We was boarded outta nowhere!." He replied with a superstitious shudder.
The ship's Navigator, a Bonuwat shaman from Sargava by the name of Ulamon, nodded back at Sunny with a friendly smile."Aye lass, and a fine sailing day ta ye as well." He said, his hands easing the ships helm a little back and forth as the ship rode over the broad swells of the ocean.
A rugged Tian man of impressive physique and middling years came in, his greying hair arranged in a pigtail and a perpetually scuffy beard.
There on the hilt, on the small silver studding that helps with gripping a sword slippery with blood, the insignia of the Aspis Consortium!