We have arrived in Brigandy Bay. This seems to be a nice hideout for pirates from all over Caribdus.
We decided on a drink in a nice tavern. And the best house in these parts seems to be "The Black Queen", sounds nice!
After we arrived and secured a table there was a group of sailors that, as everybody would expect, tried to convince us that this was their table. Yeah sure. That smelled like a nice tavernbrawl with a lot of furniture flying around.
The brawl was under way when out of nothing Krastus did cast a spell... in a brawl... that is like spitting in the gods chalice and then point to the seahags... that was not going to happen. It was, and it had devastating effects. Half the brawlers where shred to pieces by a tornado of woodsplinters and tableware pieces.
That is not how you do a nice tavernbrawl, that is how you do war!
All of the participant were disgusted for sure, including myself, about this horrifying breach of tavernbrawl etiquette!
I should have shot the crab on the spot for this! Helene was totally shocked and out of herself about the desaster.
Surely that ended our stay at the tavern immediately. We turned to getting our business done, Carlton was buying a monkefoot and Capt'n came up with a treasuremap. Helene and Krastus went back to the ship while the rest just wanted a drink in another tavern up the town. There we got word that Krastus was cornered at our ship by some french guy "Lasagne" or so.
Ok now it's getting really complicated. We hurried back and there he was Krastus cornered on the dock by 13 or more heavily armed sailors with a fancy guy that did speak a ridiculous accent i have never heard before. I did bite my lip not to laugh at every single word he was throwing at us.
So he wanted our cargo and Krastus right pincer as compensation. Pincer OK! Cargo NO! was my thinking and then everyone tried to discuss the terms of this desaster. Capt'n gave up his magical sword and our cargo for the crab? By the seahags! That crab will never learn his lesson when everybody tries to save him whenever he does something stupid!
We will run out of items to compensate people before he get's the hint.
And we had to leave the nice town before we even had the chance of getting drunk here!
On the seas again, fresh air and the wind in the sails. Making good way southwest towards Azy Cay.
Near our destination we spotted a fat merchanter under sails that took flight when he saw the awesome monkeyflag Carlton came up with. We got into pursuit and got him when he grounded himself on a reef. We took a lot of silk and a very nice pistol from the ship and then left them. I need to see that one day and check the mechanics of that pistol. It looked really pretty.
We got on course again and reached the little harbor a day later. There we got a nice welcome by the lokals with a warning that, should anything happen, the crab would pay dearly for any damage done and a dinner invitation that smells fishy to me.
We will see how that works out...
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