Mabel
A nod simple nod had become her response to the somewhat bitter but willing acceptance to visiting the seer. With this and a turn on one foot she had begun her strides towards the door of the bar, her eyes now falling on the only man in their convoy. 
"Alright Pirate, do you prefer your boat or mine? It is only a short ride to South Feyshore, but I do not wish to sway your decision making." She noted as she walked through the door and back into the commonwealth. The sun was gleaming rather lightheartedly through the meek clouds that lie over the sky today. This overcast made the day slightly dimmer, yet not enough to predict bad sailing weather
James
Followed suit with everyone and walked out of the tavern, loudly sighing as she did. "Another damned ship. Just got into port this morning..." The black haired woman groaned in a bit of frustration "This had better be a great story, which, speaking of, does anyone here have any objections to me adding this story to my repertoire? Because honestly, people in taverns love a monster hunt story, and even better, a true monster hunt story." Her eyes light up "Gods, and this one'll be an original." She laughs softly and her smile widens, suddenly the prospect of another ship voyage doesn't seem so bad. "I'll be the only bard with this one. Try your best to be heroic everyone yeah?" She pulls her hood up as they walk down the streets, the cowl obscuring her features as intended. "So where's the ship we're taking?"
Cole
Faolan stepped out of the tavern along with the others, having left his drink at the bar so honestly Taireen had no trouble getting her hands on it regardless. As he stepped out he turned to look over his shoulder towards Satine with half lidded eyes, his fingers interlocking as his arms stretched upward. "I suppose we can take mine." He started as he stretched, followed by a sigh of relief once he dropped his arms. "Might as well yeah? The Jörmungandr is a speed demon in its own right, not to mention my magic helps a tad." Faolan explained before proceeding down the street, expecting the lot to follow behind him. "This way, back at the port. Big shock right? A ship at a port? Absolutely mad." He responded to Axari.
Christina
She couldn't help the snicker that escaped her lips towards Faolan's humorous comment. Though, the realisation hit her that she would be travelling through the ocean. Her eyes flickered between the group she was now travelling with, tempted to speak up about how sick when on anything that moved over the water. Eventually she decided to keep her mouth sealed, knowing it would make her nothing but an annoyance. Turning towards the drow, Taireen nudged her elbow into her side. "So you like telling stories yeah?" She questioned, making sure her pace was the same as the others while also struggling to not trip over her own feet. "Are all the stories you tell true? Or do you make some of the shit up on the spot?"
Mabel
Actively, Satine had went from leading the group out of the tavern to allowing Faolon to speed ahead of her once he had claimed his ship as their transportation. Her ears had lit up with the sound of the two females speaking on their own parts, and then in tune. "I wouldn't mind." She lightly prodded before catching up to the man infront of her with a few large steps.
"So how long have you been sailing?" She questioned as a smile had come across her face. She had placed her hands behind her back as she seemed to glide forward, opening her body language to conversation. "I'm not quite sure if you noticed, however my boat is the one docked in front of your ship." The boat was slightly worn, yet well lived in. It was clear that the boat was made for moving quickly over short distances and shallow waters, however Satine never feared taking her in the deep. This was also clear due to the few repairs along the sides of the boat. To the knightress- she was old, yet trustworthy.
James
Sighed softly at his snarky remark, but admittedly it was a dumb question. Of course they were heading to the port. She found herself lost in her thoughts, and when she felt an elbow bumping into her she quickly glanced over to Taireen. "Yeah, tell stories, sing songs, write poems, occasionally more..." She clears her throat and looks over to the thin framed human. "They're mostly true, that's what the people want. Naturally, I take some creative liberty, to make sure that the story fits the crowd." 

Axari raises a brow at Taireen "Why do you ask? Have a story to pass along? I'm always looking for new tales, keeps me well fed and moderately paid." The halfdrow looked Taireen over, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I don't mean to be rude, but you really don't Strike me as the adventuring type. If you aren't bothered by the question, why do you plan on coming along with us?" She quickly purses her lips and recovers a bit "Not that I mind the company that is, simply curious."
Cole
Once again the pirate captain looked over his shoulder towards the Knightress. "Oh, that piece of shhhh... Shining beauty? Yeah, I saw her. Quite the vessel." Faolan stated rather teasingly followed by a playful smirk as he shifted his gaze forward once again. "Been sailing most my life. My foster father owned the Jörmungandr before me, taught me everything I know." Faolan explained, the sarcastic tone in his voice beginning to fade the more he talked about his father and his life as a sailor. After a moment of staring off into space he slowed down a bit to allow Satine to catch up, walking along side her. "What about you? Who'd you steal your beauty from? And by your beauty I mean the ship, not uh... You. Not that you're not pretty, I just prefer to flirt with women when the threat of a great plague isn't dangling over our heads like Davy Jones' cock..." Faolan then cleared his throat after his ramble, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head.
Christina
Hearing the two talk ahead of them, Taireen couldn't help but roll her eyes. As Axili spoke up, she nodded as a way to show she was listening while eyeing the two in front. Bringing her bottle to her lips, she took a few swigs before offering it to the drow beside her. "When you've seen your own corpse in a vision, I think it's logical to want to know more about it. I probably will only stop at Feyshore, I'd rather do my best to avoid whatever beast you guys plan on hunting down so that way, I'm not bringing death closer in my direction." She replied before raising her voice so Faolan could properly hear her, certain that he was probably distracted by Satine. "Do you have any booze on your ship?"
James
Widened her eyes "Fuck, you saw your own corpse in your vision?" She accepts the bottle and tilts it back, taking a quick swig and grimacing at the burn. "Gods that's strong." She mutters with a little laugh as she hands the bottle off to Taireen. She quickly moves up beside Satine and Faolan "I do just have to ask, how long is this voyage? You two are the sailors here, any sort of estimation?" She falls into step beside the two as the little band of soon-to-be-adventurers made their way down the docks toward the Jörmungandr.
Mabel
Upon hearing Faolan's response, Satine laughed and tossed fist at his upper arm playfully before regaining her posture. This time with her arms resting naturally at her sides. "Hey! It does me well, takes me where I need to be." She argued lightly, making sure to keep her expression light and joyful so that the pirate would know she was only kidding. 
Yet whenever Faolan;s tone had gone slightly dark, she hadn't been affected. Of course, she stopped the goofing off for a second, as a sign of respect, but the story did not come as a shock to her. For she understood that some people are more sensitive to their past more than others.
 Whenever the moment had passed, and she had found that he had awaited to allow them to walk as equals, she was quite pleased again. "Oh me? I stole it from my ex Husband Bradai Maith. You may know him as the Pirate King." She noted lightheartedly as she admired the boats down the dock before turning her head to address Axari "South Feyshore is only up the coast. Depending on the speed of his ship we should reach our goal by the time the sun is leaning towards the west.
Cole
For a second Faolan was shocked, his eyebrows raising in response to the woman's statement. Very interesting indeed, he wasn't fearful but she definitely intrigued him to say the least. She dressed like a Viking and sailed the seas... She'd make a perfect addition to his crew but alas he wasn't confident she would accept if he offered. "Your ex husband is—" Was all he managed to get about before he was cut off, but honestly he didn't mind. Perhaps that was a conversation for another time. Then in response to Satine's answer, he turned his head to look back at Axari. "What she said..." He spoke up softly, allowing her to answer for him. He knew he had one hell of a fast ship so sailing there wouldn't be a problem. 

"What's your story lass?" The pirate captain spoke once more not long after Axari's question had been answered. He was genuinely interested about a woman's story for once, it shocked even him despite he wasn't the type of man to care much for people unless they were part of his crew or were useful/essential to his success, she did fall into that category but why he cared to know more about her he just could not place his finger on.
Rhonda
Bradai signed, leaning over the back of his chair to look at his Viceroy and husband, who was currently standing on a group of boxes, binoculars in hand. 

"What are vhey doing now?" He asked, swirling small puddle of gin in the bottom of his glass. Dimitri pulled the curtains away, leaving just enough room for the lenses of the binoculars to peek through. "She's gotten in his lap and theeeey're..." There was a brief pause, then a disappointed sigh, "_kissing again._" 

The Pirate King finished off his glass and shook his head, "Vhat's just fucking gross. We shouldn't 'ave given vhem so much wine."

"Oh fuck..." The Pirate King set down his pen.

" 'e's _not_ gonna be able to get it up."
Mabel
Satine continued onward as she had almost felt the gears of Faolon's mind turning on her behalf. Indeed, she knew that her past was to be interesting to people, yet she never really stopped to tell her tales as the Drow did. Furthermore, Axari did interest her, as did the frail woman. Along her travels she has encounter many people, this group of people she held seemed to be intentionally brought together in her mind. 
Her eyes now set on the two ships side by side on the dock and their harsh comparisons to one another. She ran her fingers along the wood of the Jormungandr as she admired it's build. "My story? Well I could give you any lick of fiction and call it my story. My past however is vast like the mountains. It would take much getting to know be for one to sum up my story." She babbled lightly on her views, only to realize that she wasn't answering the underlying purpose of his question. "But if you must know I was a farmer trained under a knight whom I could only expect pitied my existance. Then I became a knightress, then a head guard. I married and divorced... Then went to talk to a seer on a whim. There I changed direction and I've been adventuring all over the lands for what seems like fifteen years now."
Her eyes shifted from the boat to the many crew men that fell under Faolon's pecking order, and after a short while her eyes had finally landed on Axari once again. "I'm not quite sure how story telling comes so easily to you. I always have trouble because I tend to see moments as rocks along the mountain range- each building up to create a mountain of memory. But you seem to pluck those rocks from your memories easily. Do you know how?"
James
Nods her head as her question is answered. "Good, I'm not too keen on traversing the open ocean like you two. Ships are... Confining." She then resigned to just follow and listen curiously to the pair as they spoke. Satine told the abridged version of her story, and upon completion, Axari's gears were already turning so to speak. Admittedly she really wanted to get more detail, or perhaps just fill those details in herself at a later date. This, perhaps dishonest, train of thought was derailed when she was directly addressed by the Viking woman. "Oh well, thank you, first off. But the secret is the details. You mentioned seeing rocks, and they all pile up, but any single stone in that pile is full of imperfections; little grooves, chips, ups and downs, and each one is it's own shape. Well the same goes for stories. Each story is a single instance, a small portion of a lifetime, but each of these instances has its imperfections, and the ability of a storyteller to capture those individualities and convey them is what makes a story great." She grins a little and then says "I could teach you a bit about oration, if you'd like, Satine?" She turns her gaze to the ship and whistles softly. "Have to say, Pirate. This is a much more impressive ship than the one I sailed in on." Her gaze darts over to Faolin, then back to his vessel.
Cole
The Captain of the Jörmungandr started up the ramp onto the deck of the ship before calling out. "Alright ladies! Set course for South Feyshore! There's been a change in plans!" While some responded with a resounding 'aye aye' others stood confused for a moment, they didn't understand what reason the captain would have for going there but regardless they prepared like everyone else. He then turned back towards the three ladies, looking between each of them. "Make yourselves at home. I suggest not getting too friendly with the locals though, there are some that can get a bit grabby but they mean well." With that, assuming the three accompanied him on the Jörmungandr, the ship began to rock and move, causing a few folks to stumble with the sudden movement under them. His gaze then rested upon Axari, his lips forcing into a smile at the compliment. "Well. We may be pirates but we know how to take care of our shit." Faolan maintained his smile as he responded to her before making his way towards the front of his ship to look out into the sea as the ship turned.
Mabel
Before boarding the ship, Satine had broken off from their convoy for a second in order to snatch up a Shield from the edge of her boat. To which she promptly hung it on the edge of the Jormungandr just as it was hung on the side of her voyager. 
After, she had returned to Axari to address her properly on her perspective on story telling. "That is a very interesting way to look at things, however I imagine it requires skill and practice. Perhaps by the end of this excursion I would learn a few tricks to better showcase details." She smiled at the woman before casting her gaze out towards the horizon. After a brief moment, her emeralds turned towards the crew as she inspected them. "Tell me Faolan, what excursions do you are your crew usually participate in? Are they good in combat?" She questioned lightheartedly as she then motioned back to Axari and the frail woman. "I'm sure they would be delighted to know as well."
James
Nods her head "I can see that captain. Everything appears to be in top shape." She walks aboard the Jörmungandr and walks over to the seaward facing side of the ship, looking out at the blue horizon. "Well, I imagine we'll be stuck together for a short time so, I'd be happy to pass some things along." She says, turning her back to the sea and leaning against the railing of the ship. "Ah, yes I am quite invested to know the skill of your men. I've only got this shortsword, and, if I'm being honest I'll do many many things to avoid having to draw it. Not exactly the fighting type." She smiles to one of Faolan's crew, then to Faolan himself "So, can I trust that your men will keep me safe, within reason of course, Captain?"
Christina
Taireen passed the fuck out.
Cole
The captain then turned back towards the two, looking between the two remaining conscious women before starting past them towards the main portion of the deck, it was time he made something clear to his crew. But as he past Satine he spoke something to her, loud enough for both her and Axari to hear. An answer to her question. "The best." And with that he stood up on an elevated platform, placed his index finger and thumb in his mouth and let loose a loud whistle to get the crew's attention. By now they were likely already sailing across the waters, departing from the docks completely. "Listen up! I want to make something clear! The three women I have come aboard with are under *MY* PROTECTION! If anyone touches them in any way they are not comfortable with, looking at you Fergus and Devlin, I will personally remove hand from wrist. Do I make myself clear?!" Faolan finished his lecture to which his crew responded with a resounding 'Aye aye! Captain!' Faolan then stepped down from the elevated platform and proceeded back towards the two, his gaze resting upon Axari. "Now you can."
Mabel
Satine couldn't help but smirk whenever Faolon had claimed his crew was the best at combat, nor could she help but let out a little laugh whenever he had spoken so outwardly to the crew. In order to conceal this inappropriate outburst, she had placed her arm over her mouth and turned about so that she was looking towards the horizon once more. 
After a moment had past and another rock of memory had fallen upon Satine's mountain rage, she then placed both of her hands on the side of the ship and leaned on it. Her eyes gazing out as far as they could reach. "I see, and what do you lads do for fun around this vessel?" She questioned, glancing between Faolon and Axari before speaking once more; this time in a lower tone so only the two could hear. "I find it humorous that they follow you so, much like dogs in my perspective. However I do not mean that in a disrespectful manner."
Cole
Any sign of a smile or smirk faded as Satine stated this, his arms crossing over his chest and his gray eyes fixing on the woman's. "They follow me out of respect, they trust me with their lives, they bask in the glory of a battle or a raid and they are protected and paid handsomely. I trust these men with my life and they trust me with theirs. They are less like dogs and more like dire wolves, and I am their pack leader." Faolan spoke up boldly, almost militaristic-like, his eyes never leaving Satines even for a few moments after he finished speaking. Finally, his expression softened and he yawned, reaching a hand up to scratch his beard. "I know we just came from a tavern but I think it's only fair I let you know we have alcohol on board as well as a galley for if you get hungry."
James
Nods her head simply, slightly laughing as the men call out a resounding "Aye aye." Axari smiles widely and remarks "I feel safer already." She leans in close to Faolan and says in a hushed voice "And uhh, none of your men take issue to sailing with a Drow? Or at the very least they can keep their mouths shut about it for the next couple of days?" As she asks this question, her confidence seems to fade a bit, her features losing their usual excitement for a brief moment, instead her face serious and dour.
Mabel
Satine watched the facial features of the pirate as he had spoken to her solemnly. Patiently and respectfully she had waited him to finish, however she could not find it within herself to internally make connections of her own. "I see, to them you are the Alpha male and they are the betas. One day I might have to tag along on one of those raids so I may further understand this bond." 
Now, she had watched at Axari had spoken gently to Faolan on the topic of her race. This also intrigued her. "Tell me, Axari. What do people find so bad about Drow? For I do not quite understand."
James
Listens to Satine's question, then shrugs her shoulders with the same grin expression as earlier. "A lot of things. We get lumped under the broad and, rather offensive title of 'sub-humans.' Many of us are slaves, and considered a resource instead of a group of people. And more recently due to the whole anti-magic fanaticism, many suspect us to be sorcerers or other kinds of mages, probably because of the glowing eyes and pointed ears. We don't exactly look like humans, so obviously we must be magical, right?" She says that last part with a dry, sarcastic tone. She nods her head "So yeah. I've grown used to people assuming the worst of me. But I'm always happy to prove them wrong." Her lips tug upward into the slightest of smirks as she says that, and her eyes flit upward to meet Satine's. "It's good you don't understand all that though. Proves you're not quite as shitty as most people seem to be."
Cole
With his arms still crossed over his breastplate he continued to listen to the two speak about the supposed racism against Drows before finally cutting in himself. "Well, you should know we don't discriminate here, you'll likely find that we are a rather diverse group of gentlemen. There are a few women on here as well amongst are crew, like four I believe. Shows you don't always have to be a man to be a badass. Point is, don't worry about your race, nobility, culture. We're all the same on the inside." Faolan then looked towards Taireen who had found a nice little cozy place to rest on one of the benches towards the side of the ship's deck, sleeping peacefully. "Should we wake her or let her sleep until we get to South Feyshore?"
Mabel
Satine's confusion was lifted once Axari had explained what some people thought of her race of people. Presenting a large smile after she had complimented her on not being shitty. "Ah, I see. Titles can be both good for a community yet ruin a quality of life for the lower. Yet, I say never listen to those who are ignorant enough to criticize!" She nodded with upcoming glee as she had patted the back of the Drow in an attempt to comfort without having good comforting skills. "I'll tell you to compare, but I used to be criticized for being a farmer turned knight. You know what I did?" She paused, glancing between her and Faolan. "I threatened to run a blade across their Achilles as they slept. Surprising how threats deter threats, hmm?" Another pat followed.
Her eyes then crossed to the sleeping frail one, and Satine and placed her arms behind her back in order to open up her bodily language again. "I say let her sleep off all that alcohol and feed her whenever she wakes. She seems to be the one most affected by our dreams, yes?"
Cole
Faolan nodded before turning his head back towards the two. "Yeah it seems so. I'm sure you both thought I was there to drink my visions away, I was going to drink visions or not." He said with a chuckle, letting his arms drop to his sides, his left hand resting comfortably on the pommel of his sword. "I don't think I introduced myself, a bit late but I was a bit eager to get things moving. I'm Faolan. I believe I heard you said you're..." He paused for a moment, looking at Satine. "Satine. Right? I don't think I heard your name though." He added, looking to Axari.
James
Axari shrugs her shoulders "I suppose that could work, but I prefer extortion to threats in all honesty. Everyone has something that they don't want someone to know, and once you uncover that, well..." She shrugs and leaves the rest up to the imagination. She clears her throat and turns to Faolan as he introduced himself "I'm Axari, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I thank you for the use of your ship." She extends a hand and waits for him to shake.
Mabel
The knightress nodded her head in response to the pirate calling her by her right name. "Indeed, whenever I had introduced myself no one would shake my hand." She raised an eyebrow playfully at both Axari and Faolan. With this she had intruded the handshake between them in order to gain her own before they had. "With light heart of course, I honestly don't believe you lot had noticed because of all the dream commotion." She chuckled lightly before leaning against the side of the ship once more. "Well what is there to do for fun? WE must past the time somehow."
Cole
Faolan was... Confused to say the least. He looked down at the hand then back Axari... Then back at the hand again. He then made do with the only thing he could think of, grabbing a mug from one of the random passing crew members who appeared to he drinking on the job before placing the mug in the held out hand and smiling. "There you are lass." He then shifted his gaze to Satine, retracting his hand. "Normally we sing, eat, dance, work, fight for fun, I believe there's some extra women onboard but they're probably busy at the moment unless they're the ones in my crew... Not sure if either of you swing that way though. We have darts, we drink, shit like that." Faolan explained followed by a shrug as he looked about the ship. "Feel free to make yourselves at home though for the time being."
Christina
"Did someone say drink?" Came out a croaked reply from nearby, Taireen's throat feeling like she had been licking salt all afternoon. With great struggle, The frail woman cracked one of her eyeslids open as a pained groan escaped her lips. She did not enjoy hangovers, it felt like death to her. Her muscles felt limp and nausea was beginning to make itself known. "Why is the ground moving?" She asked, confused about her current situation, her memories hazed by the amount of alcohol she drank. All she remembered was that damned vision and going to the tavern for a drink. The more she though about, the more she began to remember. Unfortunately after remembering Faolan, the one who had just mentioned drinking, everything turned black. Sitting herself up with great difficulty, she looked towards the three that had been speaking and then her surroundings. She was on a fucking ship. "What did I fucking get myself into?" She asked, visibly annoyed though it was only towards herself. She needed to remember to eat when she planned on drinking or else this shit happened.