Exploring the vast unknown and claiming the bounty the virgin territories had to offer was far too alluring of an opportunity for Nic to pass up.  The problem was that the elf was not a seasoned seadog and despite his magical talents and skill with a blade, people like him were a copper piece a dozen.  Even though being enlisted in a large vessel's crew manifest would be a virtual impossibility, he was not deterred when he began searching for a small vessel full of green shipmates and eventually managed to find one that caught his eye.  What's better is that he wasn't signing on as some bottom of the barrel deckhand that was a single face among dozens, but as a bosun.  Sure, it was relatively low on the chain of command and was more of a hands-on supervisor role, but he was reassured to have a title.  Granted, it was a skeleton crew and he would only be able to pull rank on a few other members, but that wasn't what it was about to him.  It was the sense of responsibility and something to preoccupy himself on the open waters.<br/><br/>Plus, he would be in charge of monitoring the supply of alcohol, which is bound to make him a popular individual among the crew.<br/><br/>So as the horse's hooves clopped against the stone road leading to the dockyard, Nicodemus could hear the glass bottles in his large chest clanging together lightly.  Several gallons of ale and bottles of rum should do the trick in keeping the crew's spirits high throughout the long voyage ahead of them.  Once they pulled up to the pier, Nic hopped out of his seat just as two men hefted down his large chest and set it at next to the ramp leading to the ship itself.  There were two women waiting there, both competent looking and very attractive.  As the carriage pulled away, Nic called out to the wolfgirl and kitsune he had spent the past six months training with.<strong>"Hey, could you help me carry our provisions of rum and ale to my quarters?  It's a little too heavy to lift on my own."</strong><br/>