George
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-Sounds interesting... The way you put it, I might actually try sailing.-

*The satyr didn't get nauseous from the waving that happens on sea (partially due to the fact that I haven't been nauseous on the sea either, so it's kind of hard to imagine), but she was a bit hesitant to leave all her books unsupervised... But then again, she hadn't had visitors since... Well, she began living where she lived. Overall, her home was quite secure, since nobody knew its exact location. After a bit of thinking, the satyr decided.*

-Maybe... I could try sailing with you and your men? I promise I won't get in the way.-

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Marie
*He sat thinking for a few minutes, stroking his beard. He considered the pros and cons. He could use some more hands, but he doubted the lass had any experience. And then there was the... Nature of his particular work. Perhaps he could do a legitimate cargo run, at least until he knew he could trust her.*

"Are ye sure lassie? Life on a ship, while great, is more an acquired taste. It's crowded and smelly below decks. Food isn't the best. Landlubbers tent to have a hard time adjusting to the day to day."
Ann
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*She hadn't thought about it this way. Food wasn't a problem, since she could live off rocks (metaphorically), but the satyr disliked crowds to the point she feared them... Thankfully for her, the bar was spacious enough for everyone. And yet, her decision remained unshaken.*

-I'm sure. After all, I haven't moved out of my routine for a while, so any new experience is welcome.-

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Marie
*He sighed deeply, obviously trying to work out the logistics of the proposed venture.*

"Alright lass. I'll take ye to sea. Be at the docks at no later than 4 bells. 6 'o clock in lubber's words. Pack a chest of everything ye think ye need. One chest only. And I hope ye don't mind hard work. There's no room on my ship for dead weight."
George
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-Will be done.-

*Finally the satyr had a use for her rather powerful legs. Goat dynasty, and we all know that goats defy gravity, and jump higher than the Eiffel tower. As for the chest she had to pack, it wasn't going to be much. The satyr didn't want any of her books to drown, so all she really needed were a few sets of clothes, and some general purpose items.*

-Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mia Rkk'Touha.-

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Marie
*He stood up and checked the clock. If they were to set sail he had to go gather his crew. The half dozen men in the tavern was one part of the crew, and the rest were probably in other taverns throughout the city, and this was going to take a while.* 

"Captain Franklin Jones. I hope to see ye bright and early. Fair warning, if you're not there on time, I'm leaving without ye." *He turned towards his men.* "Alright lads! Down whatever ye got left, it's time to make ready the ship. Tomorrow we set sail for Beggars Isle!" 

*The crew let loose with cheers and shouts as they filed out of the tavern. Franklin also stood to go, and held his hand out for a handshake.* "6 o'clock on the dot. Got it? I'll see you there."
George
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-I'll be there, don't worry.-

*Shaking the captain's hand, Mia's face had lit up in a smile, where anticipation, joy and determination mixed into one. Don't ask me how that works, because I don't know. As the last of the crew left, so did the satyr, hurrying back home to get a good night's rest, and get ready for tomorrow... The day she first sets sail on sea.*

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