- Marina: Quit the fiddle faddle. Mingle mangle!
Alright, let’s get down to business, Marina! You look around the deck for your target, but can’t seem to recognize her. All you really know is that she has a turquoise tabard and jet black hair. Over on your right you notice two members of the crew having a jaunt about something or other.
Time to make friends!
You approach the two sailors, hands behind your back, ready to gain some intel.
"-But it doesn’t really hold a candle to crystalline magic. That shit can tear limbs off if-…” The eye-patched sailor looks over at you,
"What do you want?"
"Oh nothing. Just, taking a look at the ship is all." You tell him. You take a few more steps forward, "Beautiful craft, I must say. Why, back whe-"
"Listen blondie," The female sailor cuts you off, "We’re paid to run the ship, not listen to passengers run their mouths. If you wouldn’t mind bothering someone else that’d be great.”
"Tch, my kind doesn’t blend well with their ilk.” You retort, dusting off your left pauldron.
"Hah! Your kind? And what exactly is your kind?”
"Why, I’m a bounty hunter. I’m actually in the midst of tracking down quite the nefarious pirate as we speak, said to patrol these waters on occasion. This is the third route I’ve taken to find him, and my leads are wearing thin. If I don’t find him soon, I may be out of a contract."
"Uh-huh." The female sailor snorts and looks out at the ocean.
"Now now, Reymar, there’s no need to be rude.You’ll have to forgive my colleague. In order to sustain such a lifestyle, the captain has had us running job after job after job. We haven’t had any shore leave in almost a year, and it’s taking its toll on the crew. We asked for more wages, so we can’t really complain, but…”
"But we do anyway", Reymar cuts in.
"Ah, I see. I’m sorry about all that. Well, I’ve been on a few voyages myself, so feel free to treat me like any of your peers. I’ve sailed through more than a few storms." You scratch your nose; This isn’t the best information gathering you’ve ever done. Time to whip out the big hammers,
"So uh, I heard there was a Beacon aboard the ship. Like, a guild beacon. I always wanted to be a Beacon myself but, well, you know how that goes. I would love to find them and ask them a few questions.”
"A beacon?" Reymar asks,
"Ah, you must mean the ranger. Yeah, I heard there was a ranger on board that was part of a guild. I think she’s got a blue cloak or something?" The male sailor leans against the railing and scratches his chin.
"Yes! Yes her! Do you know where she is? There are a lot of people wearing blue on this ship…"
"Dunno. I’ve been down organizing food rations and passenger luggage." The male sailor replies,
"Ok, well thanks anyway, a lead is a lead-
Can’t wait to meet her!” You awkwardly try to cover your tracks.
"Uh-huh. Speaking of leads, what’s the name of the pirate you’re searching for? I used to roll with a crew that ran ship on the moon. If it’s someone I used to know I can lay down some dirt."
Shit. You didn’t ever think of an actual pirate, did you? Uhhhhhhh….