As the islands of the Minrothad Guilds disappear astern over the horizon, the Brazen Strumpet makes its way into the open waters of the Sea of Dread.
Your captain, Alonso de Bartuella, can be found most days cursing, hollering, and spurring his men on. Often they respond in kind, yet follow orders just the same. Despite outward appearances, you find yourself in the midst of a capable crew. As promised, there is plenty to eat and drink, and the sailors welcome you into their evening merry-making of singing, story-telling, and of course, drinking.
The winds have been both a blessing and a curse so far. Some days a strong breeze has allowed you to make better than normal time, only to be undone the next day by doldrums.
The captain doesn't seem too concerned. Fear not, lads. That's just how it goes. We'll get you there.
Chip, the cabin boy, a lad of 12 or so, calls out. Movement off the starboard bow! I think it's a whale.
Alonso scratches his chin. Hmm. Could be a good omen. Could be a sh*t trencher.
Several of the crew drop what they're doing to have a look. At this very second, you don't see anything. Whatever Chip spotted, it's back below the surface.
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