<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/d6/2da3d61bf38669bf9f5e67be37d833be.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Red Beard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416681#msg12416681)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>captain's cabin>>>>top deck<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Angelo<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Wind 10-15 Knots.  S-SW - semi cloudy - visibility clear<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>After a  few more minutes of writing in the captain's journal.   The captain feeling a bit queer.   Not in illness, in something seem out of sorts.   Was it the desertions, did she sense them.    Setting the quill down and closing the journal.   She rise up from behind her desk in her quarters.  An make her way back out on the deck.<br/><br/>She look around, taking stock with what is going on,  and also would began a head count.<br/><br/>Suddenly pausing then as she is coming up short.   Not sure about if some are still on the ship or not.    She also is struck was some pestilence taking a hold of the ship.    Either way with the lessening of the crew she have to consider this and think about how now they would complete their mission or not.<br/><br/>One of the ones she had not seen.   Though him perhaps in her imagination deserted or now with some  scurvy.<br/><br/>"Hello Angelo, how fair thee.   It seems we have a good tail wind and our tact is steady with such."<br/><br/>She respond as she comes upon the wizard of her crew.   Well at least that is what she thinks he is.   Not like she knew for sure.   She didn't have the knack for magic herself.<br/>