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Calico jumped from the rigging, landing with a wet thud as his hooves hit the deck. He had been stuck in the crow's nest since sundown with salt crusting the fur on his legs and his eye in a spyglass. His red one to be precise, it was part of his birthmark from his father, not through genes but through actions. He was the product of a demon's bargain, his hooves killed his mother at childbirth and his eyes killed his father. If he had been a lesser man Calico's father would've lived a long life as a famous brewer, unfortunately he was a good man. He couldn't let his son be killed as a demon, he left his home and travelled doing anything he could for food so his demon-son could live. He died on a boat to a free town where they might be able to live. Worst part was that he didn't get a burial, the captain tossed his body overboard like any stow away while Calico hid in the brig with the cargo. Calico never let the crew see him leave, afraid for his life, and he started working on the docks until he was old enough to join a crew.
Calico had forgiven his father many times, not because he thought his father did anything wrong, but because he asked him to. Calico never felt weird, never felt like anything was wrong with him, and most of all he never felt held back. He walked over to the tar barrel and banged on the top wrapping himself with his cloak. The barrel top popped open and an orc with a strangely slight build climbed out of it and began to brace the door to the crew's quarters closed as Calico trudged to the bow.
Nobody had helped Calico as he made a name for himself in Freeport, not that he really wanted help, but the offer would've been appreciated. Luckily it was never really needed, he was good at keeping his promises and that kept quality people ready to work with him. He grabbed hold of a rope leading to the point of the bow and whistled sharply. Four green iridescent scaled hands grabbed the deck under the gunnel. A four armed Sahuagin pulled himself onto the deck, grinning widely at Calico, handing him two rapiers that were strapped to his back and he readied his own trident. Calico grinned the same grin back at the scaley fellow, pulling open his cloak and strapping his rapiers to his sides.
Calico had grown quite fond of the underbelly of freeport, but had the problem of favouring those with hearts, the villains with a speck of conscience, those were his friends. He wrapped his cloak around himself again and jumped over the rail to the deck below, directly in front of the door to the captain's quarters. He knocked softly on the door until he heard the familiar voice tell him to enter.
"Captain, it seems all clear out there. I didn't see any pirate ships anywhere near the boat, but there is one problem..." Calico stepped into the dim light of the captain's chambers towards the chart table. The captain looked up from his charts and scowled at Calico as he stood and began to pace to his liquor cabinet. The captain poured himself a shot as he replied, "And what problem would that be, lookout?"
Calico grinned the same grin that got him this job. "The pirates never had a ship sir." Calico grinned the same grin that saved Toregg, an orc with debts as he stepped towards the captain. "Apparently the pirates have moved on from this port for quite some time..." Calico grinned the same grin that befriended Salizar, the sahuagin mutant who had trouble getting work because of his race as he drew his rapiers from beneath his cloak.. "You see, the pirates that roam this port need a boat. And their captain decided that the man who deprived his father of a decent burial might be good enough to loan him one." Calico grinned the grin that made him feared and loved in Freeport.
The captain's eyes grew wide and he tried to rush for his weapon only to find a rapier blocking his route. "Yeah, sounds a bit cliche, but I'm a good natured type and I doubt you even know who I am. I'll give you a choice..." Calico walked the captain to the large double windows of his room. "You can try and swim back to shore, or you can float back, either way I'm sure my father would be just dandy proud of his son." Calico grinned the same grin that he would be grinning for the rest of his life as captain of the Brandy Jezebel. "Open the windows cap'n, 'cause either way you're going to be soggy in a moment."
Yo ho, Yo ho a pirate's life for me.
I think I might do what Etch is gonna do, make a few ideas and see what's going on.
Calico had forgiven his father many times, not because he thought his father did anything wrong, but because he asked him to. Calico never felt weird, never felt like anything was wrong with him, and most of all he never felt held back. He walked over to the tar barrel and banged on the top wrapping himself with his cloak. The barrel top popped open and an orc with a strangely slight build climbed out of it and began to brace the door to the crew's quarters closed as Calico trudged to the bow.
Nobody had helped Calico as he made a name for himself in Freeport, not that he really wanted help, but the offer would've been appreciated. Luckily it was never really needed, he was good at keeping his promises and that kept quality people ready to work with him. He grabbed hold of a rope leading to the point of the bow and whistled sharply. Four green iridescent scaled hands grabbed the deck under the gunnel. A four armed Sahuagin pulled himself onto the deck, grinning widely at Calico, handing him two rapiers that were strapped to his back and he readied his own trident. Calico grinned the same grin back at the scaley fellow, pulling open his cloak and strapping his rapiers to his sides.
Calico had grown quite fond of the underbelly of freeport, but had the problem of favouring those with hearts, the villains with a speck of conscience, those were his friends. He wrapped his cloak around himself again and jumped over the rail to the deck below, directly in front of the door to the captain's quarters. He knocked softly on the door until he heard the familiar voice tell him to enter.
"Captain, it seems all clear out there. I didn't see any pirate ships anywhere near the boat, but there is one problem..." Calico stepped into the dim light of the captain's chambers towards the chart table. The captain looked up from his charts and scowled at Calico as he stood and began to pace to his liquor cabinet. The captain poured himself a shot as he replied, "And what problem would that be, lookout?"
Calico grinned the same grin that got him this job. "The pirates never had a ship sir." Calico grinned the same grin that saved Toregg, an orc with debts as he stepped towards the captain. "Apparently the pirates have moved on from this port for quite some time..." Calico grinned the same grin that befriended Salizar, the sahuagin mutant who had trouble getting work because of his race as he drew his rapiers from beneath his cloak.. "You see, the pirates that roam this port need a boat. And their captain decided that the man who deprived his father of a decent burial might be good enough to loan him one." Calico grinned the grin that made him feared and loved in Freeport.
The captain's eyes grew wide and he tried to rush for his weapon only to find a rapier blocking his route. "Yeah, sounds a bit cliche, but I'm a good natured type and I doubt you even know who I am. I'll give you a choice..." Calico walked the captain to the large double windows of his room. "You can try and swim back to shore, or you can float back, either way I'm sure my father would be just dandy proud of his son." Calico grinned the same grin that he would be grinning for the rest of his life as captain of the Brandy Jezebel. "Open the windows cap'n, 'cause either way you're going to be soggy in a moment."
Yo ho, Yo ho a pirate's life for me.
I think I might do what Etch is gonna do, make a few ideas and see what's going on.