The Olic Haversham, Windsilk Sloop. Bridgeways, Lady’s District. Dawn, 308th Day.

The crew made it back relatively early after having spent the night in various locales. Blendin was the only shareholder who spent the night aboard the vessel, the others having taken in the various pleasures available at the new Inn: the mundane (fresh sheets and soft beds), the expensive (‘room service’ and ‘bedwarmers’), and the unique (independent and flexible elven women).

Taz was right about the sheets, they are a wonder to behold even furled as they are now straining to catch a stiff gale and direct it to your purpose. He and the other crewmembers have stowed the gear, rechecked provisions and portioned off the bunkroom to make space for the new additions. Medicus has requested he sleep on the gundeck, as he doesn’t much care for the smell of the eggs down by the hold. No one else seems to notice the aroma.

Port fees appear to have been handled by the priestesses, so your ship is ready to make way once the sphere is attuned and a destination selected. The harbor here requires no pilot, and the dock is quiet after many of the pilgrims have departed from the recent festival.

Blendin has brought by the three new ‘crew’ options: all human, quite dirty and rather clearly miscreants the lot of them even by skysailor standards. Their clothes appear to have been tatters for some time, and time has not been kind. One bears bronze cleaver tucked into his rope belt, and goes by the name of Vilmer. He is lean and stringy, with arms almost too long. He states he can climb like an ape and has at least twice the sense with a toothy grin. When Taz asks for references, he indicates he was a crewman on a trawler as a boy, but she sank some years back. He gets a tad uncomfortable about more recent experience.

The next potential crewman is Yohan, who is armed with a sword that is clearly a TC sergeants sabre and by far the most expensive item in their collective possession. He is missing most of an ear and has a bare patch of scarred scalp from the associated bladestroke. He states he has been in his share of fights, and knows how to protect a ship if it comes to it. He also decides to mimic word for word his other credentials from Vilmer.

The final bloke is a pug-faced short fellow, Edvin. He has no possessions save for his tunic and worn boots. He states his job skills as “doin’ as me is told, sah.” He promises to serve until his death in any capacity, promises not to abscond with that ‘which ain’t mine by your command, sah,’, shows scars from a few battles to indicate his fearlessness. For credentials, he makes no bones about being a pirate for as long as he can remember, and served until recently aboard the Fist of the Mighty with the other 2 until she sank 2 weeks back. The other two look nervous at this revelation. Taz swears a series of particularly inventive oaths. At this they offer to serve for half wages until they work off the cost of passage from Bridgeways to your next destination.

ooc: Knowledge ships roll = 5, lore roll = 4.

Fist of the Mighty is (was) one of the most feared doppleganger ships of the ice isles. It was captained by Evic the Black. Even if it sank, if these men were aboard her at any time in their life, they will face summary execution in most any TC jurisdiction. Harboring them isn’t a crime per se, but can lead to uncomfortable situations if they are identified – even if they don’t try to kill you in your sleep.

Dragan/Xisco, final take was 800, minus 30 spent on wine, food, and so forth to ensure a pleasant evening. Tooly, you spent a similar sum (32 cogs) on your room for the night. Gardner spent a more sensible 5 cogs and feels like he got his money worth.