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DragonlustChapter III: The Wolfpack Go To Sea
“Well, it was easy enough getting here, lets just hope it is jut as easy finding a ship.” Graygon said.
“I think that gold is the only thing that is going to get us sailing out of here in a hurry.” Willem responded, “So I guess it was a good thing that I borrowed some while we were staying at Hemlock.”
It was not long before the two were at the dock’s office and checking with the registry as to which ships were heading where. As they were looking over the list a young man approached them and asked, “Where are you two heading?”
Before Graygon could answer Willem said, “My friend James and myself, William, are heading to the land of the Wolfpack. We were sent by our master for some rare herbs that only seem to grow there. What might your name be, and where might you be heading?”
“Well I am Marcus, and if the price is right I could be convinced to head that way.” Marcus said.
Willem tossed a bag of coins at him and said, “Well if that doesn’t convince you, I don’t think anything will.” Willem said.
“Megablocks...you two don’t fool around. I will be ready to sail off in an hour, you can find my boat at the south end. Just ask for my first mate Jespen, he will get you squared away. Just show him this and he will let you board,” Marcus said as he handed Willem a very decorative medallion.
With that the two headed to the south docks.
“I figure it best to get to the ship and get hidden before anyone catches up with us.” Willem said.
It did not take long before the two approached the ship, Willem started straight up the ramp with his horse, Graygon following. Just as they reached the end of the ramp and short little man approached them.
“What the shifty brick do the two of you think you are doing?”
“Here, Marcus said to give you this.” Graygon said as he tossed the medallion at the man.
“Oh, I see, sorry to be so rude, I just wanted to make sure you were supposed to be here. Right this way, by the way I am Jespen,” the man said.
“I figured as much.” Willem said.
Within an hour they were off, sailing toward the homeland that the two missed so much.
The departure from the docks was quick, and the crew did not give a bother to the new arrivals to the ship. Marcus approached the two as they were staring out past the edge of the ship.
“So what is it really that the two of you are after? I mean by the looks of you two you are more fighters than farm hands.” Marcus said with a wink.
“Well…” Graygon began to answer, but Willem stopped him.
“I guess it comes down to who is asking.” Willem said.
“My only loyalties are with my crew, myself, and who ever pays me, and right now I am as loyal to you as my crew.” Marcus said with a smile.
So Willem went on to tell the story of what brought Graygon and himself to seek passage with Marcus. Just as Willem finished the story Marcus responded.
“Well boys, the two of you are in good hands, we will take good care of you.”
Just as Marcus finished Jespen approached the three. “Captain, we’ll be at our drop off just before dark.” Jespen said.
“Good, get the crew ready, we need to keep moving to get these two on their way to there stop.” Marcus said and Jespen turned and began ordering the crew around.
“What stop are you making?” asked Graygon.
“Well there is this small town in Crusader land that I need to collect some money...maybe the two of you could help me out. There is this small group of sailors that think that they can walk all over me, but I think the two of you could help me be a little more convincing.” Marcus said.
“We will go with, but I cannot promise you anything, while we like a good fight, we are not exactly welcomed in Crusader land.” Willem said.
“Good to hear, they don’t like us too much either. It should be a fun time, and tonight you will taste the best brew that Crusader land has to offer, from none other than the Broken Mast Inn.” Marcus said with a big grin.
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