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"Fine, it was getting very fun, but since we are old tavern buddies I guess"

*Septim whistles and Slasher look at him

"Hey! Lets have some squirell!"

*The mongoose runs over to Septim and starts enjoying some cooked squirell with him...

"Not all provisions are on board, but, by Thursday, they will be ready. We can either set sail on Thursday morning, or Friday, you can choose."

*Ragnarr looks at the small dragon.*

"And where the hell did you find him? Dragons died centuries ago on this world and only few have managed to survive..."

"yep i can vouch for that theres only about 60 in the world you know but septim let me have a chick when it was just born its called Flame"

"only 10 live in the wild now... very sad..."

"I have 50 full grown and 100 hatchlings..."

*Slasher glares at Defensive and a bit of smoke comes out of his nose

"Sounds good!"

*Septim pets Slasher to calm him down..."

"woot raiding here we come tommorw will be a new dawn of terror as the crew of the stormborn will fiannly set off!!!"

"Yes Sir"

*Slasher gives a sharp salute and growls.

Translation: "Yes Sir!"

*Ragnarr looks at Watch.*

"Of course, your octopus,.....you know, I guess if we follows the ship, there might be no problems..."

*Ragnarr strokes his white wolf Greyjoy.*

"Lets hope you swim aswell as you climb then."

(Everyone is to call ragnarr skipper or skip.)

"Seloc is right, call me cap'n, sir, skip\per, or somethin. Aye, it doesn't matter."

"The skipper already gonna nuts.......he repeating himself."

"Yes do we drink rum or grog on this ship?"

"What ever you like, we have everything - wine from the Arbor, beer from the Vale, mead from Stormguard, rum from Maidenpool,...of course, the drink of all true lads is mead."

*Takes a drinking horn full of mead and takes a big thirsty drink.*

"Gods, that's a good feelin'."

*Game pulls out his Gold Flask with the insignia of an octopus on it

"Apple juice is delicious!!"

Septim, could I have eight pelicans? I want to make them into pelican saws and teach Ollie how to fight with them!

"hmm, I better make sure that Samus has room for eight more pelican saws"

/me bumps around in the arm's chest disorganizing everything

"Blooby grooby tooby looby, lol"

"Shut up Ollie"

*sees Game going through and messing up the arm's chest*

"What do you think you are doing?!  You are not to go through the arm's chest without my permission.  Now hurry up and get everything organized or I'm going to have to go OCD on you!"

*Septim walks over

"I'll sick Slasher on you if you saw any more faces off..."

*Septim walks over to Ragnarr

"All of the cargo is packed and the ship is almost ready, Ragnarr"

*Slasher growls and gives a sharp salute

*Ragnarr puts on his heavy fur cloak and takes out a horn from underneath it. He lifts it and sounds it.*

"Aye, it's time. Lads, prepare for setting sail! Take yer positions, don't want to leave anyone behind."

I. The Setting out into Sea

Once the whole crew was aboard 'The Stormborn', Ragnarr gave the command. "Lower the sail, and oars on setting out speed!" The longship departed from the docks and slowly, yet determinedly headed towards the horizon.
Ragnarr looked towards his navigator, Seloc. "Lad, we're setting off towards Lorencia in the south-west. Make sure we avoid the Mermaid Reefs."
The sea waves crashed into the bow of the ship, only to be cut smoothly by the fine carpentry. The salty water sent sprays on to the deck and on to the face of Ragnarr, of which it seemed he was truely delighted of.

"Take the oars in, the wind is enough!" shouted Ragnarr at the veteran seamen. They all lifted the oars at once and in perfect timing had them inside the boat. "Thoren, Jens, make sure the sail is angled right. Olaf, see if you can get it any higher up the mast." The seamen quickly went to their duties.
Ragnarr strokes his wolf, Greyjoy, and looks at Septim. "Nothing as glorious as the sea, aye lad?"
"Defensive, Samus, you have no duties for now. When the time comes I shall tell you. Watch, yer sharp eye should tell us of any coming storm."

-After several hours of glorious sailing, two small shapes apear on the horizon.-

As they go onward, the two shapes at the horizon apear to be two galleys, heading straight for them. Ragnarr goes at the front to the watch, since he does not wish to wait until they are too close, and looks at the sails.
"Alltras! That's Alltras's flag, hehe. An old lord of castle Blackwater, a small sea brigand haven. Battlestations!"
The oarsmen gather around the mast to get their axes, bows and weapons.
"Seloc, keep the ship on the wind above the pirates ( keep the ship between the wind and the enemy ships). Damn it man, this is no time to sleep."
Ragnarr takes his own great sword Darklighter out.