Tir's Story

Tir Anglar looked at the pirate ship “Peregrine” with pride. Today he would be joining this fearless group on a voyage to find one of the mysterious technology vaults. He checked his weapons, several long daggers and knives hidden in various places on his body. His favorites were the two long daggers he had gotten from his father. He kept one up each sleeve of his long tan shirt. These two daggers had saved his life on more than one occasion. Sure that his weapons were in place and his satchel strapped to his back, he climbed the ramp up onto the ship’s deck.

Once on board, Tir saw people moving around the ship, readying it for the next voyage. A tall man with a wild beard was directing them, but even his fiercest threats for failure to do things correctly were greeted with laughter. This man was Captain Roland Carlin. Roland was a deadly warrior, known all throughout the islands for his skill in battle and his leadership aboard his ship. He was also a caring man. The laughs at his threats were not mocking, but rather the answer to a joke. He would never harm a member of his crew, even if their work was far from good. Roland noticed Tir and called him over waving a hand a few crew members carrying crates of food and rum.

“About time lad. Although it doesn’t matter much right now.”

“What do you mean sir,” asked Tir, unsure of the taller man’s meaning.

“There were a few mistakes with our food shipments. Some of it will not be ready until tomorrow. So you can either stay here on the ship until we leave, or go have fun tonight. Jean Gallan, our best swordsman, is taking some of the boys out tonight. You might like that. It will let you meet some of the others. But if you stay here, try to stay out of the room at the back of the lower decks.”

“Why? Is there something bad there?”

“No not really. Rufus just doesn’t like for his maps messed with. He’s a brilliant man, and a fair fighter, but his room is a mess to everyone but him. You’re likely to trip and break your neck going in there. You’ll meet him later. Right now he’s busy trying to plot our next course for a likely vault spot.”

“Okay, I’ll…”