KABOOM!<br/><br/>On any other day, Captain Tom Leumas would not have been unduly concerned by the loud gallumphing boom that resonated over the sea port his ship, the Molly Whop, was currently docked in. However today was no ordinary day...today was the start of an adventure, one that had grasped the better part of his father's life an now the whole of his. Today would be the day he found the luminous pearl of Atlantis! Or...at least get pretty darn close. He knew the secret...and he had the key. All he had to do was find the<span style="font-style: italic">lock</span>.<br/><br/>Checking to make sure Sal was still headed below deck, Tom Leumas peeked his head curiously over the stairs railing to see what had become of the upper deck. Chaos was the only proper word that could be used, if truth be told. In later days Tom Leumas would recount his experience with slightly less melodrama. It didn't bode well if a captain couldn't man his own ship. "Rina..." he gritted through his teeth. Stomping up the stairs, the captain made his way steadily to the top of the main deck to better survey the horrors that were playing about there.<br/><br/>"You there! Helmsman! What the devil are you doing, not moving this ship?" The cowering man was crouched low on the top deck, clearly not willing or able to steer a ship out of port. The captain simply gawked at him for a full 10 seconds until the blustering fool made his way into action. He turned sharply around the corner of his staircase and tromped up the stairs to the top deck, shouting orders along the way. "Swabbie, fix that tie! You there, don't let me catch you throwing those weapons again--they have very delicate innards. My word young boy, what in the blasted frog ends are you doing?!" The captain gestured wildly at a weapons trainee attempting to somehow load a cannon from the wrong end.<br/><br/>"R-rina sir, told me to prepare t' cannons in case we might be expectin' a war, ya see..." Tom Leumas nodded gravely.<span style="font-style: italic">Rina...</span>he crooned viciously in his mind. He spun around, adjusting his captain's hat as he did so as he walked to seek out Rina.<br/><br/>"RIIIIINNNNNAAAAA!" He bellowed. The order of mass confusion and hysteria on the ship ceased at once. "I want ye all to go back to what ye SHOULD be doin' n' get this ship on the move. We have an important business adventure to take care of mates...and I will see to it Higgens that ye don't light another pipe! Don't let me catch ye again." There was a beat of silence, before. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE, LUBBERING ABOUT. HOP TO IT!" The shipâ€™s crew sprang into action; sails drawn and weapons on the ready. Tom Leumas leaned over his balcony watching the progress of his crew and the advancing wide blue sea. "So it begins..." he spoke aloud, the Molly Whop officially leaving port. Destination? Who the hell really knows?