Jade Skull Port Docks

[Carlotta]

Guess who's coming for dinner?

Who?
You know who, the scarry one.
Ahh, that one.
Yes.
Anyway out of it?
No!
Ah well, guess we'll see who's on the menu tomarrow then, after.
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The Arrival

Nephew of the late Admiral of British Fleets, Randall
Son of Randall's sister, Penelope, found murdered in her home.

::Who entered the Port from a merchant ship?..Was it some kind of Barbarian from the North? Hell no...It's what you'd expect...A noble. Clad in very fine clothing..Black pants, just slightly tight on him..A black, button-up, long-sleeved shirt..And a longcoat, made from black leather...The longcoat was made in the Northern provinces...For it was lined richly with wolf's fur..Adding a very nice fashion statement. xD!...The man was obviously "Well-To-Do"..Or so it seemed..He was a semi-young man..In his early twenties...Rather good looking, mind you..He was no Adonis. He stood at a semi-tall 5'11"..Weighing at maybe 200 or so pounds. His hair was fairly long..And parted in the middle..But the hair-style was hidden..By a...An old..Yet well-kept tri-corn hat...It looked..well, it should look familiar to those who had sharp eyes...It used to belong to a sea captain by the name of "Randall Simon Cain"...The lad, 'pon making his landing..Looking around with those dark colored eyes..Trying to search for a tavern.::

She was standing before a vessel, unloading it's goods. A heated discussion had broke out between herself and the dock hand with the maifest. Hands moved to rest upon her hips, a glare offered to the younger man. Next words were lowly spoken, but definately impactual, by the way the young man paled when she spoke. A quick nod of his head and he scampered back to the merchant ship the stock was being taken off of. Neither Swan was in port, nor had been for several months. They set sail the day after a particular woman had met her demise, timing was of the utmost importance. Adorned in a stain gown of peach coloration. Long dark hair was drawn back into a braid, those whisps of loose tendrils still danced about delicate features when captured by the wind. Chestnut colored eyes were keeping a hawk like watch over the items being set upon the dock. Marking them off on the manifest she held in hand. Taking inventory of all befire it'd be shipped to the tavern.

: ::His eyes, sharp as they were, couldn't find a single black flag...Ah..Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a gruff man approaching him..He also noticed the man was staring at the hat as he approached...The light grin was now a devil's smile...Virgil would bide his time...Just..biding it..Then..As he saw that sword flash as it was being drawn, as what the poor fool thought, stealthily..Virgil was in all honesty, trying not to die from laughter..The man was just now raising his side..And that's when Virgil made his move..Pivoting on his left foot with the grace of a Romanian Gypsy, he clear cut out of hte sword's path..A stiletto was swiftly drawn from his belt as he moved forward...Driving it deep within the man's belly..His right, free hand touched the man's back as he let the man lean against him..Those lips articulating soft words into the man's ear as he began to breathe his last breath...Why was the hit so fatal?..It skewered the man's liver..::"Ponder these words as you drift on to the sweet river Styx....You killed the wrong man's mother.."::With that..He swiftly took out a coin of Greek gold from his own pouch, and forced it in the man's mouth..Drawing the blade from his side..He pushed him off of his stiletto and into the water, the Stiletto was abruptly wiped off, and resheathed into the folds of his coat....Great, he was pagan::

The skuffle upon the dock would of course draw attention. Even her own as her gaze was torn from the task at hand to see the men engaged in their own form of combat. It wasn't an unusal sight upon the docks. Fights broke out nearly hourly here and it wasn't unusual for one of the participants to end up dead, the other long gone and out of sight. Not that she condoned such actions, in truth, she found them out right appauling. But to each their own. Then back to the duty she was performing, attention was back upon the crates piled before her. Some held bottles of liquor, others exotic fruits - vegatables and dried meat. As important as those were, it was the boxes of books and the like that held her interest the most. It was good to still have friends back in Westmister, who'd not inform her father of exactly where she was; let alone still alive. The law books he had stored away in the stables, were now sitting before her. A twitch of lips in amusement at the thought, of her father on a rampage, looking for something he'll never find.

"..One down..."::Those were the ever so soft words he spoke..As he continued to look around the Port..He didn't get the chance to ask anyone..He wouldn't need to..The Half-Greek, Half-Brit knew d**n well there was a chance JD may wind up finding him....He was well-equipped to deal with Pirates..He knew JD wasn't just any pirate mind you...But he was more thrilled at the challenge..Shame it was personal...His hawk-like, baby-blue eyes finally caught sight onto someone who may prove useful...So he turned that form about-face in an abrupt motion and started to walk towards Ms. Basinstoke...And upon approaching her, he spoke..::"Excuse me..Miss, I was wondering...Could you, perhaps help me?"

Upon hearing the voice, again focus was drawn from counting the inventory before her. Rich brown eyes the color of chestnut would turn to peer up at the man. "If I can Govn'r." Recognizing him to be one of the ruffians that had just fought. Slowly she'd turn to face him. "What can I be doing for you?" Her accent was a mixture of that high bred English intermixed with
the Irish drawl. Yet she spoke quite properly, proof of breeding perhaps. A polite smile would be offered up to the man. Though she was ready to beat him over the head with her clipboard, if he got too close. She could sling a mean clipboard, better than the most talented bladesman could fling a dagger or short blade across the air at another.

: ::Oddly enough..He believed it..He removed his hat of course..Revealing the Nordic blonde locks which added to his slight charm...Adding a smile to the mix.::"Well My lady....I happen to be searching for...."::He glanced around..as if to check to make sure no one could hear him.::"..A pirate captain of infinite skill....Because...Being that I'm a...merchant who chooses to...Let's say...Even the odds for less-armed individuals."::Meaning, he provided weaponry to rebels and such.. an anarchist to boot!::"...I have..A few competive merchants...Who would seek....proof of me doing so...Naturally...I'd like to employ said...crew to dispose of them..."::Of course, he actually did need that to happen...But, it was also a way for him to perhaps find out more about JD..::"..I'm almost certain the name of his ship is the Black Swan...JD Black if I'm not mistaken."

The first part had her chuckling, a hand rose to show she meant no offense upon him. A quick glance around, as if in a conspiratal nature before she leaned close. "If you ask any of the blokes around here, they'll all tell you they're full of infinite skill and your man to do the job." Another quick glance, then back up to him. "My opinion, I think they're all just full of themselves." Another chuckle to sound, then that polite smile was back in place. With the last being spoken, she made no outward indication of her reaction to his words. She learned a long time ago, body language spoke louder than words. One's outward reaction weighed more heavily than spoken words ever. Slow shake of her head. "I'm afraid you're out of luck there Govn'r. Those ships set sail out of here months ago, and haven't seen them sense." Small shrug.

"..That...Distresses me."::A slight incline of his head..He replaced the hat upon his head..::"..I shall remain in the area....If you see the captain, please pass said information his way.."::He
spoke..Turning abruptly..placing the hat upon his head..And well waltzed off