Port Torvin, at the mouth of the Javan River; Cool, Windy, and Cloudy
After stocking up on supplies and weapons, and after a very early breakfast, you arrive at the docks just before dawn in search of your ride into the Hool Marshes. You're about to ask where you can find the Red Goose, when it becomes quite obvious. There is a small fishing boat a few yards away flying a tattered white flag upon which is painted a crude depiction of a red goose. There's a fellow standing starboard side, with his back to you, pissing into the river. Another fellow, stands atop a pile of crates on the dock practicing with a sword and dagger. When this fellow sees your group, he squats down and grins. "Here they be, Pete!"
The pissing man adjusts himself and turns around, wiping his hands on his pants. When he sees you, he just laughs.
And then his laughter turns into a scowl. "Yer late! And the tide be comin' in! Climb aboard and stow yer gear! Haul ass! Haul ass! Pip, quit yer grinnin' and help 'em, dammit!"
As he turns away, the "fellow" atop the crates just shrugs. "And that, my friends, is Pan-Fried Pete, at his finest! I'm Pippin. I guess yer ready to breech the Hool, eh?"
Turns out, Pippin is a girl...a tom boy of sorts, and she does jump down and help you aboard, all the while grinning like a cat in a hen house.
As you board, you notice the condition of the Red Goose doesn't match the disheveled appearance of its captain. It is spotless and looks freshly painted and varnished. The only things old and tattered is the flag and the wheel...and of course, Pete.
"Are we ready, Pip? Untie us and let us roll. The tide be right and the wind is comin' off the bay. A perfect mornin' ta be out on the river."
"Aye captain! We are off!" Pippin declares and the Red Goose lurches out into the rain-swollen river. The sail is unfurled and the wind catches it and propels the boat upstream. Pippin adjusts the rigging and looks back at your group. "Like I said, I'm Pippin. Who you folks be?"
