The rain beat down steadily as Captain Goodfellow brought the March Hare into port.  She was a shallow draft ship with a compliment of thirty, ten cannons and a cargo of sugar.  The port was the Harwish, the capital city of the Harwish Empire, as small empire controlling three other major cities.<br/><br/>Captain Goodfellow, or Nigel to his friends, was a handsome fellow with wavy black hair, blue eyes and a straight nose.  He was dressed in the green uniform of a merchant captain and wearing a rapier on his hip.  Despite the rain, he stood on the prow, looking over the last minute operations of his ship, before the longboats were lowered, and the cargo of sugar was loaded on board, covered securely in heavy tarps.<br/><br/>He was young for a captain, being only twenty and four summers old, but he had been sailing since he was nine, apprenticed as a cabin boy at a young age.  He was raised on the sea by sailors and it was really the only life he knew.<br/><br/>He was coming into port to sell his sugar, to look for a likely local cargo and to pick up passengers who might have need to travel.  As it was, he had avoided storms, pirates and an attempted mutiny during his time as captain.  He wasn't scared of anything or anyone, but he had a healthy respect for prospective enemies and storms.  He avoided them whenever he could.