<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">7th Sea: The Black Dog</span></div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/66/a6/f966a6d1b32030cff0db734cbc0e8143.jpg)</div><br/>"Wind coming from the northeast!"  Someone yelled out from somewhere on the Black Dog.  It was belayed by three others as the news made it's way down from for to prow of the Brig.  People quickly began to untie and retie ropes on the ship, not needing to be told that that the wind needed to be caught as quickly as they could manage it.<br/><br/>A brassy woman stepped out from the Quarterdeck.  She held in her hand a drinking mug.  It contained tea rather than rum since it was still early in the morning.  She ducked her head through the low door and onto the deck, happy to see crew about their business.  The Black Dog had been stuck not far off the shore of Avalon for two days now with naught a flurry of wind to her name.  Now though, now they were finally able to get underway.<br/><br/>"Mister Collins!"  She yelled to one of her crewmembers, "Get word to the Lieutenants that I have words for 'em!"  The young man quickly tipped his non-existent hat to the Captain and hurried off to make sure the senior staff knew to find their Captain.<br/><br/>Iron Kate took a breath of the sea air and let out a happy sigh.  "This is it Laddies and Lassies,"  She said in a bellowful voice to anyone and everyone around.  "The start of our latest adventure.  Can you all feel it?  The hunger?"  She let out a loud laugh and patted the shoulder of a passing crewmember, hoping to pass along her sense of excitement and her thirst for adventure.<br/><br/>The Black Dog was fully supplied, fully crewed and had caught the wind.  There was no better time to be alive.