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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Caleb Alexander Nightingale</span></b><br/>
Age:<br/>
<b>28</b><br/>
Equipment:<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"><b>Captain's Garb (a mixture of leather, cloth, and steel)</b><br/>
<b>Admiral's C</b></span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 166, 255)">utlass</span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"><b>Flintlock Revolver</b><br/>
<b>Several Smaller Daggers</b></span><br/>
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Name:<br/>
<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Ophelia Gallant</span></b><br/>
Age:<br/>
<b><i>22</i></b><br/>
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Chapter 1: Of Wind and Waves<br/>​</div>"OI! Get your fat arses on deck and quit screwin' with the livestock! We've got a shipment to haul you louts!" The young man barked angrily as two or three score of buccaneers and sailors stood in a startle from the bar tables. The men quickly shuffle out, leaving behind a mess of a pub, six or seven women half-naked, and one rather furious barkeep. With a coy smile and a toss of a gold coin to the angry man, the captain ducked out through the door and up the stairs to the port-streets. Even though Caleb had only been in the tavern for a few moments, the sun still caused him to squint as he made his way down the rocky path that lead towards the docks. Well dressed men and women passed him left and right, paying no mind to him, just as he did to them. Solitude was common in his line of work, and the higher the professional class, the more prejudice was given. The kingdom of Hearthsgrove...Let's just say they were thriving. Somehow this port kingdom had an uncanny luck to draw in the strongest and wealthiest ships. Even the fish that pull in are worth hundreds of gold due to their size and scale purity. It was infuriating, to say the least. The young captain's eyes rolled as a woman whispered some sideways comment about his menacing look. He'd gotten so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't realized the thick scowl he had sewn onto his face. Coughing and consciously trying to look neutral, he made his way up to the docks.<br/><br/>Walking up to his ship, Caleb was met by a slightly taller man, eyes hidden behind rimless glasses and hair thin and white underneath his hat. He was the picturesque shape of a dock quartermaster. Looking down at his sheet and back up at the young pirate before him, he grimaced and sighed. "Captain Caleb Alexander Nightingale. Your<i>recovered </i>shipments have been removed as per request. The reward has been handed off to your first mate, and your next shipment has been loaded. Please consider not returning any time soon." Caleb smiled to the man and stepped past him without a word. The quartermaster's disdain was reserved, specifically because he had caught Nightingale in bed with his daughter one night three months ago. Not to mention the several out-going shipments the kingdom had been sending to their allies had mysteriously disappeared several times, meanwhile Caleb had been coming across some amazing luck with "recovering" lost shipments that happened to have the Hearthsgrove insignia on them. Quite the coincidence, some might say. Caleb's short laugh was cut off by a hand grabbing his shoulder. Looking back he could see the quartermaster trying to look threatening. He smiled and shook his head turning back to look at the older gentleman shaking with anger. "There's a difference between vengeance and justice. One is justified, the other is justifiable." The quartermaster throws a fist and Caleb, which he dodges and counters with a left hook to the quartermaster's gut. As he crumpled under the pirate's fist, Caleb leaned in close to whisper in the man's ear. "And this right here? This is just downright disappointing. Good day, sir." Caleb released his fist from the man's abdomen, turning back to the boardwalk and making his way up onto his ship without another word as he crumpled to the ground.<br/><br/>Caleb stepped up onto the deck, met by cheering men as they went about their work, toiling away to set the ship up to leave port.  As he made his way through the crowd of work, he could hear the men swapping stories of their events over the last few hours, their usual sexual exploits and plundering stories. Caleb couldn't really care for it. They were base, unnecessary, trivial things that anybody could accomplish. It was the complicated and challenging pursuits that excited him. He was once again pulled away from his thoughts as a few of his men called him over to a box that sat on the edge of the deck. "What have we got here, boys? Any idea?" His Barrelman, a scrawny kid named Daniel, was the first to speak up. "Well, we've not opened it up yet Cap'n. We were told not to open it until we left port by Gallant." The captain sighed and rubbed his temples. Damn the man who ever made that woman first mate, being himself. He turned to the crew and barked out his orders. "Raise anchor! Make some waves here, boys! Who knows who could be after this load, so let's move it!" The men responded accordingly, and soon enough they were out of the port and turned towards the open seas. Rolling his eyes and honestly wondering where the hell Gallant could be, he makes his way back over to the crate in the center of his deck. Taking a crowbar handed to him by one of his deckhands, he easily cracks the box open and kicks the top off.<br/><br/>Caleb's first reaction was disappointment, there was no gold, gems, or stock certificates of any kind. His following reaction was surprise, as instead he was introduced to a much greater prize: A young noblewoman dressed accordingly and unconscious. His mind flipped through the ideas of who this woman could be. He had slept with just about every noble in Hearthsgrove to assure the favors he needed were secured, but he had never seen this girl before in all of his years of pirating. He huffed and puzzled as the men made cat-calls and talked about what they could do to her. Sighing, he shook his head and met each man's gaze with one steeled and focused, causing the men to go silent. "This is either a mistake, or a plan to gip us. This is no pleasure cruise with the woman of your dreams. When she wakes, you search the box for any directions. David, Victor, go find Ophelia for christ's sake and get her up here." He shook his head and headed up to the helm, sitting down on the railing and staring out to the port that was now fading in the distance from their perspective. What had he gotten himself into? And how was this going to affect his work? Only time will tell. He raked a hand through his matted hair as the sea spray came up to meet him.