Finding that Kohl had already left the vessel, Fisher frowned a little rubbed his stomach as it growled with want. He'd go back inside and hit the buffet because free food was free food, but Elsewhere had... turned the lights on.<br/><br/>Bugger.<br/><br/>With a shrug, he went to the cabin he shared with Kohl, right off the forecastle, and rooted around for a bit before finding the discretionary funds Elsewhere gave him to pay the crew and stock the vessel. Perhaps it was a bit dishonest to use these funds for a night on the town, but Fisher needed to stock his own hold, so to speak. Besides, a bit of healthy carousing at a local pub might turn up some decent information. If Cynis vessels were being stocked for a slave shipment back to the Realm, there were men at the port stocking those vessels.<br/><br/>Honestly, he just wanted to have a good time and have some good food. If he was going to die in the next few days, he wanted to have a good time tonight.<br/><br/>Hitting his favorite tavern like a hurricane, Fisher swept in, grabbed the nearest wench and gave her a firm kiss before bellying up to the bar. After buying a round for the house with Elsewhere's coin, he downed half his spirits in one long pull, then turned to leap up on a table, "Good evening, my dear friends. I am the Fisher King, and if you'll humor me for a moment, I'd like to share with you a story." He wet his throat with another pull of grog, then coughed and began to sing.<br/><br/>"Oh, I am a sailor both brisk and bold<br/>And a long time have I sailed the ocean<br/>And if you want to know my name<br/>My name it is The Fisher King<br/>Shipmates I'll warn you true<br/>No more to port will I go along with you<br/>But to sail these waters through and through<br/>And I'll be a ramblin' sailor."<br/><br/>He hopped nimbly to another table and gestured with a flourish,<br/>" When I was a walking out one day<br/>Down by the Cynis Manor<br/>A pretty little fair maid I chanced to spy<br/>Now we walked along together<br/>Her lips were like two roses red<br/>A fine feathered veil was covering her head<br/>So I took the harboard on her, she said she was a maid<br/>That saucy little trim-rigged doxy."<br/><br/>The crowd laughed, seeing fair well where the song was going. A few members of Fisher's crew, having already heard the song before began to sing along, all the singers affecting a shrill falsetto for the next bit. Fisher even struck a feminine pose, and hand splayed over his chest and one knee turned inward, all maidenly and hilarious.<br/><br/>"I shan't and I can't go along with you<br/>You saucy ramblin' sailor<br/>My parents now they would not agree<br/>And I'm promised to a tailor<br/>But I was all too eager to sample all her charms<br/>A dearest coin to roll in your arms<br/>Well the deal was done, up stairs we went<br/>That's me and the trim-rigged doxy."<br/><br/>For the next verse, he leapt down and swept a barmaid into his arms, dancing about the crowded room with her and simulating a few cruder motions.<br/><br/>"Well it's all on the bone and let your stays'ls fall<br/>We was yard after yard a boppin'<br/>Me shot-locker empty, it's asleep I fall<br/>Was then that she took to robbin'<br/>She emptied all me pockets of all that I had<br/>She even took the boots from the end of the bed<br/>She even took the golden blade from underneath me head<br/>`That saucy little trim-rigged doxy."<br/><br/>He gave the barmaid a peck on the cheek and, playing along, the barmaid actually stole his coin purse and dagger, shaking them both to the delight of the assembled, cheering crowd.<br/><br/>"Next mornin' bright I awoke<br/>And I started to roar like thunder<br/>For all of me money now, me gold knife too<br/>She'd bore them away for plunder<br/>'Twas not for me money, nor me gold knife too<br/>For these had value, but to tell you true<br/>To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through<br/>That saucy little trim-rigged doxy<br/>To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through<br/>That saucy little trim-rigged doxy."<br/><br/>The barmaid, his impromptu doxy, gave Fisher a curtsy and a kiss on the cheek, then turned to walk of, only for the captain to grab a handful of skirt and pull her back, taking back his purse and knife with a wink. "Thanks love." The wench gave a cute little pout, then headed off into the invigorated crowd to take orders.<br/><br/>Fisher kicked back into a chair and propped his boots onto a table, enjoying his handiwork. Now this was a party.<br/><br/>(Activating Wild Revelry Approach for no good reason. Aiming to loosen people up and get everyone in the tavern having a good time. Personal essence of course.)