Christopher
*"The tavern isn't particularly crowded tonight," Damir thought to himself as he entered the old establishment. The hum of the surprisingly docile crowd hung low over the room, with the slight smell of salt and fish pervading throughout the establishment. It was quiet now, but if this tavern lived up to its reputation it could change any minute. Not his ideal location for a clandestine meeting, but it was sufficient for his needs.*

*He sat down in a corner near the rear of the room, a place where he shouldn't be overheard. What he planned to discuss would be among the first major steps he had taken in centuries. It was calculated, but it did have risks. This Captain, while blessed with Vampirism, had a reputation for... Instability. But if he ever needed to distract a kingdom from his plans, this pirate would be good to have on call.*

*He pulled his cloak around closer, and pulled his hood down. He didn't think anyone would recognize him, but he wanted to ensure that would not happen in the future, even with the Captain, lest betrayal rear it's ugly head. No, better to remain little known then risk it all unraveling before it even began. He leaned back in his chair as he waited for Captain Morley, "The Mad"*
Sherrie
The Drunken Sailor was a well-liked establishment by most. Though that's not to say the clientele were well liked by the Drunken Sailor's owner. Said owner had changed over the centuries. Most of the time the new one was just the son or daughter of the last, but even the ones who'd gone years running the business without ever meeting one of its more... Eccentric, customers, knew what to do when the time came. As the bar tend cleaned off the bar with an old rag, the sound oddly loud compared to normal, usually there was jostling and jeering and shouting to drown it out, the door swung open with a creak

The door creaked most times. It wasn't an out of the ordinary occurrence. But this time, a distinct silence fell over the already calm bar. Silhouetted in the moon, a shadow stretched across the bar, dominating the tavern as the moonlight spilled in through the entrance. A man, tall and large, almost encompassing the door frame. A large coat of some kind was draped about him, and the clear shadow of a Captain's hat, with two feathers sticking out at an upwards angle, was visible. A ring of what looked like large ribs, four of them, two on each shoulder, created an even more imposing visage. As the barkeep looked up from the countertop, a deep voice, sickly sweet, yet ragged and worn, high class yet riddled with filth, rang out in the distinct inflection and accent of a seafarer 

"May I come in?"

The sentence hung in the air for a few moments, then a few more. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the bartender responded 

"Yes. You may"
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With a toothy grin and a prize winning swagger, Morley the Mad stepped inside. Shutting the door behind him, he looked around, arms held up at his side, claw-like, blackened nails on full display, as if he was presenting some sort of event. Now fully in the light, his true face was revealed. Pale, haggard, almost purplish flesh, stained with salt water and the musk of rot and blood. His first steps into the establishment, one with the squeak of a wet old boot, one with the thunk of a wooden leg against the floorboards, displayed his flamboyant ceremonial admirals garb, lined in gold lapels and intricacies, and coloured a deep scarlet, paired with a large black Captain's hat, affixed with a solid gold symbol and bearing two feathers aloft. His striped blue and yellow pantaloons only covered half of one leg, only fully covering the other, for one of them was severed at just above the knee. A peg-leg, adorned with a skull made of solid gold at its top, protruded from his left leg. Finally, With that same voice, giggly and aloof yet laced with malice, he gave his response to the barkeep

"Good, good"

With a piercing high pitched cackle of sorts, which was cut short by a violent coughing fit, heralded the return to normalcy as the customers returned to normal discussion. Morley scanned the tavern, squinting about until his wild, red eyes met a hooded figure in the corner. His face, gaunt and almost animalistic, lacking any nose, lit up into a smile as he began hobbling over, walking slightly lopsidedly due to his leg, a discordant series of squelches, then clunks, then squelches, then clunks, sounded out as he came closer 
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Making his way to the table, he found a seat, throwing out his moth bitten coat tails before sitting down, almost breaking the chair in the process, then laughing to himself about it. Now, up close, that grin still fully displaying his teeth, his exposed fangs were revealed, and the dried in blood both staining his teeth and caked into two distinct dribbles down his face was visible. Less than ideal indeed, but still useful

"So. What is it you wanted, exactly?"
Christopher
*Damir looked up at the newcomer. The Captain certainly lacked subtlety, and he was glad this was a slower day for the tavern, less likely anyone would actually care. Damir's face was shrouded with illusion beneath his hood, the better to make it unrecognizable, lest discovery thwart his plan.* 

"Captain Morley, I presume. You certainly don't make any effort to conceal yourself in public, but I suppose most common folk are to scared of your reputation to do much." *He spoke slowly, calmly, and deliberately.* "I am pleasantly surprised you decided to hear me out on my offer, although I must emphasize that due to the fragile nature of what we will be discussing I would like to keep our conversation... Somewhat discret."

*He leaned forward slightly, hands clasped in front of him.* "I might as well get straight to the point. We are gathering a certain... Organization of individuals to forward ourselves in the world. We will work together to shape world events to our advantage. As of yet we are still small, but we wanted to offer you a potential hand in that vision. A share in the world, so to speak." 

*After explaining the basics of what he was planning, he leaned back expecting the captain's response. He never intended on him being a major part of his organization, but him being a member would be a great boon. Someone who could drive events at sea to Damir's advantage. And when it was said and done, he didn't expect it would take much more than a fancy title and free reign over the oceans to compensate this gentleman for his efforts.*