<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">A Spanish Galleon, cherry red wood looking like dried blood covering the ship, intricate gold carving and railings decorated it's back. Not a single lantern was lit but for the one being held by the outstretched arm of the ships figurehead, her body clothed by a dress, only her arms, shoulders, and plump breasts exposed to the site and sea. <br/>
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From atop his perch in the cities watchtower a lone guard could see a single light in the wake of the dense night sea fog. With quivering hands he pulled out his spyglass telescope and placed it upon his left eye. Through it he could see her, that dreaded figurehead, the one spoke of in stories around guards camps. The figurehead of the ship that made widows and orphans, that would come through a town and strip it bare of all it's wealth. With new found fear in his heart, the guard called the warning single. <br/>
The bells now being rung and large fires lit the city guards scrambled to get their canons ready. <br/>
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On the ship, a tall lean muscled man grinned widely, ready for the upcoming fight, his bone cracking under his skin as he howled to the wind. <br/>
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It took less then thirty minutes to take the town, forcing the wealthy to dispose of their goods. The Captain of the 'Harlots Bane' left the poor alone, but continued to suck the wealth from those with it. He didn't see the point of taking from those who already had nothing. It was looking good for this crew and their Captain, Captain Ezekiel James aka The Sea Wolf.</span></span><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1586" data-username="@Voice" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1586/">@Voice</a>