Johnathan Redmane is a man known for accomplishing great things, particularly things that most would consider impossible. Many people believe that he must have some sort of fantastical assistance. Some claim that he learned to sail from mermaids, or that he must be the illegitimate child of one of the sea gods. Those who have met the man himself, and stepped aboard his ship, have a very different theory. For they have met his crew.<br/><br/>Unlike most pirate crews, Redmane only keeps around him the very best. The exceptional, the dreamers, the inventors. There are no 'minor' people in his crew, no underlings who serve no greater purpose than running about and preparing the ship to sail. Every single person who steps upon the deck of the<i>Lion's Bastard</i>is an exceptionally skilled and unique individual.<br/><br/>However, even the most skilled of adventurers, and powerful of fighters do eventually fall. And eventually, when one wishes to begin some new undertaking, they will need to gather new members to their crew. Thus, when it finally came time for Redmane to undertake what would be his greatest undertaking, he set across the European coast, all along the Mediterranean sea, from port to port. In each city he spent some time looking for those that he required. Sometimes holding open recruitment, other times looking for one or two specific individuals. Sometimes persuasion might be necessary, but most who know enough about Redmane's past accomplishments would jump at the chance to accompany him to sea.<br/><br/>After many long months of recruiting and preparations, Redmane has finally settled down in a small port town on the southwestern coast of England. There, he and the crew are in the process of making their final preparations before setting out to sea. Making sure that everyone is ready, they have enough food, water, and other necessities for the trip, as well as whatever eccentricities his crew might need.<br/><br/>Redmane himself is sequestered away in his quarters, looking over the maps and sea charts that they will need for the first part of the journey. Up near the main mast, his first mate Amalia Rosington stalks across the deck with the long, powerful strides of a woman that is just as confident in her ability to talk circles around someone as she is of her skill with the knives hidden all over her slender body. She had been pacing for a little while now, they were waiting for one more shipment of food, that was on it's way to the ship from town. Once it arrived, they would be ready to set sail immediately...<br/><br/>The<i>Lion's Bastard</i>was a purely sail driven ship, and it was comparatively small, which worked well for Redmane and his comparatively small crew. It had three masts, the large central mast around which Miss Rosington now paced, as well as one near the Forecastle and one in the back near the Helm. A woman clad in a blue scarf was looking over a small parchment map near the Helm, checking over their course as well as the weather, in case any last minute changes might be necessary.<br/><br/>Presently, the skies seemed clear, but there was a strong breeze leading out to the west, the perfect weather for them to depart, once everything was ready...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>