AGE OF PIRACY AU (1)

[agoodname]

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[agoodname]

"A ship of yer own." The man's eyes narrow.

"Surely you're smart enough to know better than to phrase it like that."

[enigmaster]

Oh, for-- What? Do I need to be more specific? Is this going to have some ironic twist if I don't phrase things carefully enough? You asked me.

[agoodname]

"That's how deals *work*, boy." [annoyed, now.] "Ye've heard enough of the stories, and riddles, t'know better. Now *ask*. Proper-like this time."

[enigmaster]

It's hardly like I'm asking properly yet, I just want some idea of the terms involved! [oh HE'S annoyed?] Fine. I would like a decently sized but proper ship, such as a sloop or a schooner, manageable without too many people, that belongs to me alone, so that I can set out on my own and not have to answer to someone else, without the ship having belonged to someone else before or upsetting anyone so that I won't be shanked in my sleep for even so much as looking at it, preferably with someone to help me sail it so I won't end up stranded somewhere on my own the first time I actually set out. Also if the decorations could be a nice tasteful green that'd be great. Better?

[agoodname]

[and he'll get a slow, pleased smile for that, again with those too many teeth]

"Much. Now tha's a proper ask."

[that hunched form leans a bit closer]

"Ye'll have what ye seek, and the price is this: find the flightless bird in the tavern, an' take him with ye. Tie his destiny t'yours for a time, an' you'll get yer ship."

[amusement, now]

"Green decorations an' all."

[enigmaster]

Tie his-- What does that even mean? Just bring him along?

[agoodname]

"Aye, but that sounds less poetic." [dryly]

[enigmaster]

But much, much clearer.

[agoodname]

"Ye still got it, though." [AMUSED]

"Now, that's the price. Do ye accept?"

[enigmaster]

What, take along some "flightless bird" and that's it? That seems pretty low as far as prices go. [And also, like. Clearly bullshit.] What do you even get out of this? [it's not a no, yet]

[agoodname]

"Mostly the joy a' pissin' off the Fates. But also a Destiny changed by me gives off ripples, and those 'r delicious. No consequence to ye n' yours, but it's a nice side effect fer me." [casually]

[enigmaster]

D...elicious...? [w what] ...Ugh. You know what. Sure. Sure, why not.

[agoodname]

"Good. Our deal is struck. Now get ye gone!" [and a long-fingered, pale-skinned hand waves him out of the alley lmao]

[enigmaster]

No need to be so rude about it... Not that I particularly want to keep hanging around here. [you know what! he will leave! because he WANTS to leave and for no other reason!]

[agoodname]

[there's an amused, creaking laugh that follows him out of the alley. ur hilarious, he very much enjoyed this]

[enigmaster]

[wow! wow!!! so rude!!!!

but honestly, okay. let's see how much of this is horseshit. let's go to the tavern, why not.]

[agoodname]

[the tavern is...as loud and raucous as expected. Drinking, laughing, shouting, a brawl in the corner--standard pirate town tavern stuff. No sign of any birds, though :) There's a young man behind the bar, polishing a glass. His pale blue eyes flick over to Edward as he walks in, briefly, before they glance away again, called back to his task]

[enigmaster]

[Of course there's no bird. Why did he think there'd be a bird. And now he's in a tavern, all loud noises and chaos and--

he just barely manages to sidestep someone spilling their drink on him.

Eugh.

...He's just going to find whatever place is least

crowded

and sit down there.]

[agoodname]

[he's got a couple minutes to wait before that young man behind the bar counter manages to make his way over to him, limping over, foot turned oddly outward as he slings a bar towel over his shoulder] Alright, what'll it be?

[enigmaster]

Huh? [he blinks, looking up. oh. right.] Ah. Whatever is both cheap and unlikely to make me throw up, I suppose? If you have any recommendations for that.

[agoodname]

[he gives him a slightly funny look--somewhere between amusement and confusion] Aye. Ale it'll be. [and he turns to head back to the bar--though he's immediately stopped by a large, meaty hand on his shoulder] "Oy, Penguin, get us another round, would'ye? We're thirsty!" [and Penguin shrugs off that hand, waving] Aye, I'll bring it 'round.

[enigmaster]

[and that properly gets his attention and he raises an eyebrow] ...Penguin...?

[agoodname]

[Penguin glances back, then, arching an eyebrow right back, and gestures to his ankle--before moving to get those ales. Sorry, no time for chat atm.]

[enigmaster]

[...huh. ...well. Looks like he's sitting here a while, until they can chat, just patiently waiting until-- SIKE HE'S GETTING UP RIGHT NOW GUESS WHAT BUDDY YOU HAVE A STALKER] Rather rude, really, referring to you with a name chosen entirely for a physical impairment. Though I suppose that must be the culture around here.

[agoodname]

[Penguin frowns at that, glancing back at him, immediately wary as he makes his way back behind the bar]

You could say that. It's not exactly high society.