Windermere Class Trip: Pirate Port of Rhagost!(Matias)

December 10, 2025

PlotLog

Date: 2025-12-09 19:32

(Windermere Class Trip: Pirate Port of Rhagost!(Matias):Matias)

[Tue Dec 9 2025]

At A Rowdy Pirate Bar within the Belly of a Ship
The bar is hewn straight from the ribs of an ancient hull, its curved timbers arcing overhead like a cathedral to salt and tar. Lanterns swing from frayed lines, throwing brass-warm light over a counter made from a ships rudder and stools cut from capstans. Nets drape the rafters with glass floats caught like captive moons
a battered figurehead stares from the far bulkhead, one eye replaced by a coin. The air tastes of brine and dark rum, with undertones of pitch and citrus peel. Sea charts paper the walls beside rust-kissed cutlasses
every plank underfoot creaks with a tide that isnt there.
To starboard, an arm-wrestling tableiron-strapped, scar-scoredsits beneath a bell and a chalkboard of winners
the wood bears dents the size of knuckles and the sweat circles of tankards slammed in victory. Portside, a trestle hosts Dead Mans Dice: a skull-carved cup, bone dice yellowed with age, and a ring of eager faces lit by the hush before a roll. At the stern end, the fighting pit drops a step lower, roped with old hawser and padded with sawdust and sailcloth
a painted mermaid on the pit wall keeps tally marks like teeth. Drums thrum when a match begins, the crowds cheers lifting with the lantern smoke, and above it all the hull groans softly, as if the old ship approves of every wager and roar.

It is night, about 54F(12C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. The mist is heaviest At Mayflower and Sycamore
There is a waning gibbous moon.

Somehow having someone elses drink now in hand after a brief bit of eye contact with a rando in the crowd, Bekki points out, “No one heals me. Get me another healer and I can keep swingingwithout getting sleepy.”

A look is thrown Casey’s way, then it returns to the group at the table.

“Maybe not.” Casey mentions to Matias. “I’ll get lost and take my sweet time picking things. I should’ve did it way earlier.” The femme moves to lean against the table and with a brief smile to Jasper she ask, “Didn’t we meet once or twice?”

“I think so, but I kind of remember your concert a month or two ago,” Jasper turns his head to tell Casey. “Also, I guess every world has its own clothing shop.”

As Matias and Casey arrive at the table against the hull the liveliness of the bar seems to pick up. When the latino professor had left there was a string of sailors coming in and now that he has returned another crew seems to have arrived. What was a quiet bar in the dark hours of the night is quickly becoming a lively tavern of conversation, gambling, boasting, and games…

Three games dominate the crowds activities that aren’t just drinking and chatting amongst the patrons… Liar’s Dice which is being played with coins, papers, trinkets, and the like being gambled. A sturdy platform with grips for arm wrestling with a hierarchy of champion quickly being sorted out as thudding noises can be heard from losers quickly being defeated and cheers going up… But the big game, the battle pit has yet to begin though a crowd is gathering awaiting to see what thugs, mugs, or fools signup to fight this evening. The food is a mix of seafood and slow cooked meats. It is easy enough to get lobster, crab, oysters, stews, or slow cooked ribs. It is far harder to get veggies, but worry not crusty bread, ale, liquor, and strange concotions of dubious mental effect are all obtainable and best of all Matias has a tab which the students claiming to be from Windermere may claim in his name.

folds his forearms atop the tabletop near Casey while considering the students and then the crowd of what appears to be two rowdy crews. There is a mix of demi-humans… Your classic elfin looking lot, orcs, semi-fish looking people, even monkeys which swing across the hanging net roping from the ceiling and have sailors garb on. There are humans some of them wildly handsome perhaps angelborn or demigods, it is the Godrealm afterall. “So! Night one… On another world, feel free to indulge in the local customs but no going home with anyone or bringing the offworlders to the rooms.”

Nemi gives a nod to Casey, smiling at the small student crowd, raising her axe to bekki with their similar viking attire in clear celebration of minds thinking alike as she nods. Quickly eating the last slab of her salmon off of her knife before she pushes the plate further into the table.

“Okay, professor,” Jasper nods his head at Matias before he turns to order himself some ribs, bread, and ale. That crowd seems lively tonight.

Casey is a fish out of water but not like one of the semi-fish looking people. She gazes about like she’s seeing this sort of establishment for the first time and she doesn’t know how to process it. Matias snaps her out of her survey with his advice and she gives a gentle bob of her head, “I thought to bring my guitar just in case and then..I forgot that too. Silly huh?” There is a brief pause then she adds, “I can’t say I know any pirate shanties.”

Nemi smiles, grinning after as she nods to Casey. “Well I mean, Ask around, There’s probably ones that haven’t even been heard outside of these realms, this place is probably brimming with unique culture and music. And I think maybe a few of us might know a few.”

Kaelyn scoops up some of her stew with a little hum, falling quiet as the bar grows louder with its patrons. Her green eyes seem to rove freely over the assorted crowd of folks. Though the strangest part of things that looked like the stuff from tales was that they were not attacking. Not daring to leave the safety of the table just yet she nods over to the dice game. “Anyone know what that is?”

Bekki appears to have skipped the edables, and in spite of only having returned shortly before Matias, there are already two drinks before her- One empty, the other nearing that same point, likely not a one of them payed for, even via Matias’s tab.

The blond has no pockets.

Receiving his food using Matias’s tab, Jasper turns to eat his food, taking bites while savoring the tastes.

The group of obvious offworlders where Matias alone is dressed like a professor and some of the others like Casey and Kaelyn match his style while Bekki , Nemi , and Jasper perhaps blend in… Either by not looking like they are in modern garb or in that way that an undercover 30 year old cop does at a high school while saying, fellow students. Suffice to say the new faces get attention notably from one monkey in black linen top and biege breeches with a colorful blue rag wrapped around its head. It is watching Jasper

Meanwhile bimbo and skimpy clad Bekki does have a fanclub but it seems to be a split between a dual sword hippy pirate lass with an eyepatch and a winsome figure and the current arm wrestling champion a burly brute with greenish skin and tusks in a classical orcish appearance. Everytime he wins, he seems to flex at the woman!

Meanwhile there is a mousey looking birdlike humanoid, about five foot tall with colorful red and blue feathers almost like a macaw that seems intrigued by Casey and Kaelyn , seemingly sketching them in some discolored journal.

Matias hums thoughtuflly at Casey’s unpreparedness and comments “I am sure you could find someone to play you a diddy or something you would just have to make up some bullshit lyrics… Anyay for students! Remember it is extra credit to retrieve a unique item does not need to be valuable just has to be something I cannot grab from the bar with zero effort… If you fail to do it before we return home no extra credit for your finals… Also I may forget you behind and you will need to figure out the gate yourself.”

“I’m Casey, nice outfit.” Casey tells Bekki to try and break the ice in the most straight-forward manner possible. She registers Matias trying to guide her to some song or performance but at the moment she hesitates to draw any undue attention to herself. Instinctively, like the socially awkward Gen Z she is she slips her phone out of her pocket only to be reminded it probably doesn’t have any functionality here at all and she grimaces at this fact almost immediately before slipping the phone away again.

Well used to stares- she’s semi-famous, after all, bright orange in that way of certain presidents, and built like someone’s fastest discarded fashion doll the moment the PC and non-objectification police come calling, Bekki keeps her attention, such as it is, on the table of gathered students.

For her own part, the blond seems to be taking all of this in her stride, though she’s making a point to scan the pretty people, gaze flicking from person to person, looking for something, and or the lack there in, likely for collars of various types, in what is seemingly an instinctive measure of who she can and cannot fuck with without retribution- fucking demons!

Nemi looks over, tracking Matias’s Words, nodding with the assignment at hand that she’ll be keeping a lookout for. Unsure if she really took her costume too far or not enough as she sighs softly while looking down at herself. She looks about at the others at the table, catching Casey’s hesitation she thinks for a moment, brainstorming a few sea shanties for a moment. Sighing as she does’nt come up with anything immediately, yet her finger betrays her as she starts to rap and tap to a tune in her head, someone might find it familiar in the crowd, but it might be a moment in-case anyone recognizes blow the man down.

glances aside at the phone and then to Bekki with a low chuckle his attention shifting out to the bar. It seems the pit fighters have finally been picked… A crab armed sailor with some kind of crustacean infection or fleshforming on his right arm against what appears to be a collared kitchen boy in tatty brown attire with a scrawny appearance. There is a notably odd tattoo with a shimmering hue to it over his heart as the pair pick weapons from a rack of hooks, flails, swords, daggers, fishing nets, and other nautical bits and bobs. Scratching at his stubbled jawline the professor sans drink or food wonders to Nemi, “Is Peri staying behind the whole trip to keep an eye on your pussy or?”

After a while, Jasper finishes his food and sets the plates aside before he looks around. His gaze shifts between the dice games, to the armwrestling patrons, until he stops to look at the battle pit. “I’m going to check out what’s over there,” he says, slowly rising to his seat to walk towards the crowd around the pit.

“Bekki Rothwell-Pierce.” Bekki tells Casey, that second drink vanishing the way of the first.

This leaves the blond with a problem, she is sober (her own fault for biokinetically adapting her biochemistry) and seeks to resolve this in the most subtle, but abusive way possible- by thinking about it and hoping people have far weaker wills than her.

Leaving the stew where it lie, her gaze continued to wander to and take in the crowd. The orc trying their best with Bekki from afar gets a quiet look of amusement before she notices the bird. Looking away, Kaelyn watches from the corner of her eye trying to figure out why it seemed to be staring so. It clicked a moment later. Fiddling with her bag, she seemed to have an internal debate before pushing off the table. Padding over to the bird creature in a sort of aimless manner, or an attempt to be aimless, letting the crowd take her a little away. Eventually, she is close enough to the avian to offer a polite, “Hi?””

Nemi looks over to Matias as she chuckles giddily. “Staying behind I believe, she did’nt seem to be wanting to attend, but if you offer and send her a test she might come…. I made mention of it plenty though to her.” She reaffirms with a nod, sighing softly. “Fine, Someone wants some shanty, let me see who I might be able to get to sing with me.” She states as she seeks to walk around and chat with some of the current inhabitants in an attempt to recruit some to sing a shanty or two.

Casey ahs softly to indicate some recognition of Bekki at her name. She nods her head to acknowledge that she heard. There is a lot going on in the room and the various sentient creatures she’s never seen or even considered could exist have her staring a little too long

The 5ft Macaw looks up at Kaelyn between sketchings, it appears to be rough sketches of both Kaelyn and Casey as the more modern dressed duo. The Macaw holds its discolored journal against its side and says in a squawking like voice, “Hi! You are travel, yes? From place very different.” looking up at Kaelyn who towers over it, the macaw like creature appears to be mostly harmless, no weapons, but it does have a belt and a little bandolier.

The orc winning arm wrestling huffs when Bekki seems content to drink but not come watch or challenge him… Meanwhile there seem to be a few people looking to Bekki as if judging whether she is free to be offered a drink or not. Mostly more human looking individuals. None make a move yet, but it seems a luck of the draw whether she gets, good looking, poor, rish, male or female.

While Jasper approaches the fighting pit there is the kitchen boy with the shimmering chest tattoo against the crab armed individual. Crab man picked a fishing harpoon while the kitchen boy picks what appears to be a billy club and a knife. Both of them drop down into the fighting pit and a monkey announcer hanging from the netting above the open air pit announces, “We got a fight! Tonight at Jone’s bar! Crustacean Jim against Billy Bones the kitchen butcher! Who will win?! Crab or man?” It seems Jasper can bit on the outcome if he has something of value, a few people give him looks and one of them nudges his side and nods to the announcer, “Iffin yer wanting to fight, let the monk know.” whether his name is monk, it is some kind of racist monkey slur, or he is a monk that fights people is unclear.

The latino professor leans to bump his shoulder against Casey and nods off to a crowd playing with dice in cups. “You ever play liars dice, if no its the best way to get a look at the locals. Besides the worst you can lose is your freedom… or your shirt, depending on what you are betting.” he muses in a wry tone while straightening up clearly heading that way himself.

“Well, I don’t mind trying out,” Jasper replies to the person who nudged him. “What’s the catch, though?” He looks back at the fight that’s about to start.

During her effort to find someone to sing a shanty Nemi need not look further than a bench table with some competitive drinking going on. She gains a voluptuous woman with a skull face tatoo, swaggarty pirate attire, and firey red hair down to her ass and her companion… A literal round headed creature with arms and legs that looks like Wilson from Castaway. They are happy to drunkenly sing along with Nemi while asking her if she’s standing them a round!

“That game they play in pirates of the carribean?” Casey ask Matias after jumping a little when bumped like an easily startled house cat. “I dont have any freedom to lose..as for my shirt. I don’t think I’m much of an attraction for these type of people.” she seems down on herself, more than a little shy and playing at being the most scene-looking introvert possible.

Holding up her hands in an attempt to show no ill will Kaelyn sits nearby to drag her bag into her lap. She holds it nodding to the Macaw with a little grin. “Yep. It’s my first time being here. I’ve heard some tales though.” A bob was given to the notebook, “Do you often draw new things?” She pauses waving her hand, “Ah, sorry, I noticed you watching us earlier.”

Now that the orc is sutibly dejected and she’s certainly caused it some upset, Bekki likewise leaves the table to make her way over to the armwrestling table.

Her sledgehammer is set down beside her with a heavy thump– solid enough to be far too heavy than it looks like the blond should be able to heft one handedly.

“I’ll make you a deal.” the blond tells the orc- it’s not. It’s one-sided. “I’ll give you the wrestle and you get me a drink. Then you pick someone over there,” she points at the fighting pit, “And you fight to see if you can beat everyone.”

It’s delivered as flirtation, though with her nature, it’s likely the best way for her to make the poor orc suffer with little effort.

A small elbow is placed on the tabletop, strapped in, and she offers her hand, palm out to begin the wrestle.

The small turtle like creature that had given him the information before glances at Jasper, “Traveler, eh.” and then kind of gives him a… is this guy a sucker check over before continuing, “Fighters get entry for free and one percent of the betting on them to win if they take. Downside is fights are to the yield so iffin yer not quick… The other guy might gut you or eat you. Depends if they are cannibals.” and then the turtle chortles as the fight commences and the crab man is poking at the drab dressed kitchen servant with the harpoon, while the smaller human dodges ducks dips dive and dodges again the five Ds of survival.

Matias says to Casey while stepping in the direction of the dice, “Yeah but it existed before the movie, come on. No point hiding in a corner when you are literally in a different world.” he says half encouraging and half commanding, an expectant look at the young woman before turning fully to approach the group of dicers.

Elsehwere in the busy tavern Kaelyn is soothing the macaw’s suspicion and inquires after the sketch. The colorful bird shows the sketch to her, it appears to be the kind of urban sketching of someone that makes maps and uses landmarks, the page before it shows a unique formation of trees and some stars sketched. Eclectic. “I am navigator, seeker, finder…. Kaw!” the bird man squawks with some eagerness, “You know how you came here, which stars you follow, what your port look like, you draw?”

Nemi takes a seek, looking over to the Matias. “What do they take here currency wise? I don’t imagine they accept normal cash?” She asks with a slight grin. “I’ll pay you back if you help me spot a round if they don’t.” She offers the professor with a grin as she takes a seat next to the firey red head with a soft smile. Smiling softly at the little creature. “Sadly I don’t drink, But I may get you all a round for your drinking to continue.” She offers with a smile. “I was thinking we could sing…. maybe Bones in the ocean- Or Blow the man down if you know that one.” She offers with a bright and totally -not- innocent grin.

When Bekki approaches the dejected orc, essentially negging him before offering to challenge the burly 7ft tool piece of orc meat laughs uproarously trying to re-establish dominance in the scenario with the scantily clad orange woman! “You think you can beat me! My name is Zrot and just like barnacles and sea water, I can break anything with enough time.” he flexes his arms to the crowd and since he has been a champion so far tonight there is heavy betting, only about a third of the crowd gambles on Bekki some of them seem more interested in her ass than her arms, but betting is betting! The two begin a titantic struggle and… Bekki … actually… wins!

“That seems brutal,” Jasper admits to the creature while he watches. “Although I suppose my wolf would do the same thing as training. Well, I’ll consider after seeing this.”

The latino professor calls over his shoulder to Nemi, “You can use the tab for anything, except getting your unique item.” and then he is away leaving Nemi to decide how to pay for this tab or other… The teacher did not actually teacher her what counted for currency and her two friends do not really believe in personal space, one sitting on the others shoulder and the woman leaning in companionably on Nemi, her arm across her waist. “We sing what you sing, we pick it up quick… Round first!”

Meanwhile in the fighting pit the kitchen servant has jumped onto the back of the crab man and is using the billy club to systematically crack its shell and then jabs the knife in to get to his man crab meat… It is only now that Jasper can see the human man, perhaps 20, is frothing at the mouth like a dog offered a juicy steak… Apparently the only way this guy eats is fighting fish people or something… Oh the crabmanity as he de-shells and extract man crab meat from the crab man’s arm. Gaining a yield after that first juicy bite!

Kaelyn gives an appreciative whistle to the Macaw’s drawing. “Those are incredible,” She offers, her eyes seem to trace the stars and she grins. “I don’t think we came here the normal way. With boats and by stars. Though, I’m not really sure how to explain it if I am being honest.” She thinks for a moment before adding in, “Is there a north star here? Well, I suppose the stars could have different names.” Holding out a hand with the face of one not really sure if it was the right thing to do, “The name is Kae and I suck at drawing.”

Casey subtly clenches her jaw at Matias ‘suggestion’. The femme looks towards exits as an escape but the situation is just socially threatening, not actually dangerous. There is no reason to flee. She gives up quickly on the idea of leaving when she spots a fat, grizzled old man in the corner sitting on a stool tuning up a stringed instrument not unlike a banjo. She heads closer, giving a meek smile as she ask, “You gonna play something?”

“And I’m Rebeckah Rothwell-Pierce.” Bekki tells the orc, ignoring his name. “And I’m gonna hurt you now.”

naturally there are a great many laughs. The blond hardly looks like she could hurt a fly. She does though, with the crack of bones as she grips, struggles for a protracted battle, then forces the man’s arm down, fingernails digging in for added insult- demons do not play fair.

Objective achieved. The demon has asserted dominance over the observably stronger, two foot taller orc. She has caused great suffering, from the orc himself and the betters who lost. She is now in a very good mood.

Bekki’s hammer is picked up, again one handed, hefted onto a shoulder as though the bludgeon that weighs the same as your average child were nothing to her, and she turns away, hips swaying as she goes to see what the other source of pain is, finding herself amassed in the crowd of people watching the fighting pit. Truly, Bekki will feast tonight on fear and pain alike.

“There goes Jim right now,” Jasper comments in a low voice, his eyes glued to the fight. “I can see the eating part though. Billy’s really something.”

Instead of taking Kaelyn’s hand the macaw man opens up his journal to a very dusty page that has been penciled over and over again until it is thick with a coating of carbon. “Hand!” it mimes putting its feathers down on the all black page… If Kaelyn does the macaw flips to a blank page where she can make a palm print almost like a signature. It talks, “Traveler then through the moon and the glass. I have seen some before. Not so many together, you part of expedition? Crew? You pirates of your world with booty? I am Kaw, Ma-Kaw Kaw!” she might have trouble telling which part is its name and which is the squawking.

The banjo wielding old time looks at Casey kind of like she is dressed in a burlap sack. The trends of seduction amongst sailors and pirates and alt goth femmes apparently not overlapping for what is essentially boomer pirate. “Play a shindig, diddy, jig if you like. You looking to dance or need a strum?” and whether the banjo player is hitting on Casey or offering to play music for her song is unclear…

The professor vanishes amongst liars dice as he takes his watch off and tosses it onto a large pile of gold dubloons during the betting.

Bobbing her head Casey confirms to the old timer, “Play something, you can have the earnings. Make it..jaunty.” she flashes a more comfortable smile this time. Letting the man prepare himself or tell her to piss off if that is the case. Either way the femme heads back to the table against the hull where the night began to take to it like a stage with some effort taken to get on top of it without falling.

Zrot does not even get Bekki lingering to mock him… Negged, arm broken, and she does the hip sway away… Truly this orc has been shamed and there is no small howling hysterical laughter by his crew mates as he yowls in pain and curses Bekki and her orange powers, clearly believing she gains her power from an abundance of citrus fruit or something.

As Bekki joins Jasper in the crowd at the fighting pit the first bout is over with Jim being taken out and back to his ship likely for healing while Kitchen servant sits at a nearby table and munches on the crab meat. The announcer monkey with a big hat calls out, “Come one, come all, fight in the pit to win a bit. Are you hungry and need a bite? Are you a cannibal with a knife? We pay, we feed, we clap, we play… Next fighter looking for a match is…” the announcer looks down at someone who stage whispers “Kraken.” and the annoucner shouts, “Kraken the Pepper Mill.” apparently no one knows who that is… and they are not immediately viewable, who shall stand to fight this oddly named fighter!

Nemi turns, looking at the woman. “Luckily I carry a lot of coins.” She says with a soft sigh. Looking into her rucksack as she holds up, well, a lot of quarters to say the least to show the red head. “If not-” She leans in. “I’ve got some perfume on hand I can gladly reward you for a song or two.” She offers with a smile, if not a drink maybe something that might be a bit rare considering the constant salty spray of the ocean. Already having a song in mind as she takes a breath in with a careful sigh, looking over to decide to save her song for a small bit later as she seeks to see if the woman takes either form of funding.

The banjo player briefly licks his lips and goes, “You keep the coin and I can offer my hammock. It gets cold.” it is actually very nice out but either way he begins to stamp hit foot and strum and jaunty tune. He will take his timing cues from Casey and several nearby drinkers begin to listen to Casey while the more drunken crowd is preparing to sing with Nemi where the drunken woman getting all cozy with Nemi accepts the perfume and gets the drinks, they begin chugging heavily ready to sing with Nemi. The 2 burgeoning performances are far enough away they could try and reference and hear each other, but it is a loud bar and the ship hull is big so just as easily they will be drown out by the crowd due to the distance.

There was a long moment of hesitation as Kaelyn considered if she were selling her soul or not. After a pause she does lay her hand flat into the dusty page and then once more on the clean page, leaving her mark on its paper. Pulling back her hand she dusts the color off on her jeans with a shake of her head. “Mostly, we are learning about this place. We are supposed to be students to see the way things are in different worlds. It looks like some of us take to it more than others.” Kaelyn chuckles looking back to Kaw the Makaw, “If you want to be more accurate we have been asked to find things from this realm to bring back.” Chewing her lip she eyes the sketchbook. “Would you be willing to part with something from there or a copy?”

“Hmm,” Jasper takes a look at the upcoming fighter named Kraken before he takes note of Bekki. “Hey there,” he murmurs towards her.

“Sup.” Bekki calls over to Jasper.

Kaw the Makaw hurriedly withdraws the journal with a squawk of alarm. “Give up drawing, art!” it seems like the initial reaction is no but those bird eyes regard Kaelyn with intense curiousity as the birdman kind of shuffles in a half-circle around her. “Have things? From other world? Pictures, jewelry, art?”

The is a string of spanish cussing from liars dice as Matias appears to have lost his Court marked watch… There is a hammerhead shark looking motherfucker chortling at winning an Arcanists artifact and offers the latino man double or nothing. He appears to be removing his rosary!

Since Jasper and Bekki are smart enough to see an opponent before blindly agreeing to fight someone named: Kraken the Peppermill… A turtle looking creature on two legs with handsized cannons apparently aiming out of its shell in multiple directions comes slowly ambling out… Guess -some- firearms do work offworld.

Casey’s boots are not the kind that would be worn on a pirate ship, but they a servicable for the tap of a foot on the table to draw some attention and start a beat for the old timer to take a cue from. There is no microphone, only a feminine voice that has to carry over a rowdy crowded room,

“They may call her a harlot..”
“I say she’s just friendly”
“If you give her a coin, I hear she’ll give you a kiss.”
“Before you’re through, you’ll have sold your boots, your belt and hat.”

The femme keeps tapping her foot, gaining her confidence and her voice as she goes through her jaunty on-the-spot shanty

“Based.” Bekki points out the turtle to Jasper telling him, “You should fight the Blastoise.”

Some of the pirate crowd groan, “finally” as apparently singing is the sign the night is going to be good. Casey begins to gather a curious crowd, many apparently not familiar with this song or the platform boot stomping femme that stands out like black lipstick at a baby shower.

“In this form or wolf form?” Jasper wonders of Bekki as he continues examining someone. “The shell seems tough.”

“In this form or wolf form?” Jasper wonders of Bekki as he continues examining Krakken. “The shell seems tough.”

The turtle man dubbed Blastoise lifts wrinkly arms above his head and appears to have two blunderbusses in hand… a vertiable artillary unto himself he sloooooooooooooowly gets lowered down by the crowd to the pit. No takers yet. The Monkey announcer swinging from the netting above calls out, “If you beat Kraken the Peppermill, we will throw in five gold dubloons! What say ye wretches and scallywags?!”

“Do it as a person.” Bekki immediately suggests, calling over the crowd.

Kaelyn holds up her hands again, in a peace offering. “Or a copy.” She says softly in a more soothing voice. “I can offer a trade,” Said after the bird settles down into a more curious mood. “Let me see what I have… But, also if you wanted any food or drink here? I can buy a round.” Or more accurately the professor would buy it. “I left any drawings I had at home but I might have a necklace? Or…. oh, I am not very good at drawing but I could make you an image of where I am from or describe it to you? Would that be fair?”

“Oh sing yo-ho! for my poor empty purse.”
“I swear that this tale gets worse.”
“A wink and a smile and I’m broke as can be.”
“Damn the Harlot of halfpenny port.”

Casey goes on, her confidence in full. She’s no longer the introvert in the corner. The shy shadow on the wall. She’s a singing diva in the rowdy bar.

“A kiss on my cheek, she peeked me bone-dry.”
“I staggered outside in the mornings pale gloom.”
“Only to find my coin purse abandoned, full of dust and salt!”
“I said oh Damn the Harlot of Halfpenny port”

“Got it,” Jasper nods at Bekki. Grabbing his weapons off his back, he turns to step forwards towards the pit. “Don’t know what better fighter name I’ll have except Sparrow.”

Kaw the Makaw stuffs his journal into his belt and kind of reaches out pawing at Kaelyn’s forearms, her jeans, any bags she might have. “Show me, what have!” it does not seem to be to thieve just eagerness to see what Kaelyn has on her person, wallet, purse, whatever. Anything of even tiny note!

As Casey gets into her element of singing to a group of drunken strangers whom at least a third are planning to kidnap her and half probably want to tie her up (oh my) there is a shower of silver coins the lesser coinage of the place at the banjo player and Casey about two dozen have made their way and dance and skip and wobble on the floor as the stomping of the crew to Casey’s song reverberates the boards in that area.

There is a commotion over by liars dice, nothing to worry about probably. Kraken the Peppermill awaits anyone brave enough to fight him for the 5 dubloons! Probably Jasper as no one else steps forward, but does the Windemere Junior?!

Casey carefully avoids the edges of the table she’s stomping on. She pauses her stomp and hikes up a pant-leg a few inches to tease some ankle above the top of her boot like it was some taboo thing to do. Except there is plenty in the establishment showing plenty of skin such as Bekki and the harlots she’s singing about.

“So now when I dock, all the sailors cry ‘Flee!'”
“But its too late, she’s already smiling at me.”
“If wisdom’s the treasure, then I’m surely short.”
“For I’d lose all my coin just to see her once more”

The femme finishes off her verse then gestures to the crowd as she repeats the chorus athemn, “Oh yo-ho! I said damn the Harlot of Halfpenny port!”
“Oh Yo-Ho! Damn the Harlot of Halfpenny port!”

Kaelyn makes a mental note of what she has on her person and visible. Namely the raven hair clip and her copper bracelet as she gently attempts to push the Makaw’s wings, hands away. Her phone was trapped beneath her so that mostly left the bag on her lap. “Relax, relax. I can show you but you need to take a step back.”

Uproarous applause for Casey and shants of “Harlot of Halfpenny port!” while the banjo player looks at the 30 odd silver coins on the floor and then Casey and her scandalously bare ankle. “You want the money and tha company?” he nods to the floor apparently offering Casey the spending money to spend the night with him in a hammock or give it up and enjoy the approval of the audience.

“I would like to fight,” Jasper tells the announcer. “It wouldn’t be fair for Krakken if no one else steps up yet.” Standing before the pit, Jasper adjusts his guards before he readies his weapons.

The Kaw Makaw did not take anything and reluctantly backs up before pulling out his journal and flipping through pages, “Have secrets, treasure, routes, and more… Could be wealthy, could find history, could learn where wonders lie!” the bird seems to be switching to bribing Kaelyn with promises of what a page of its journal may provide in exchange perhaps upselling so she shows it the good stuff… like paper clips and hallpasses or something!

Nemi nods, smiling as they sway with her, slowly getting into the beat as across the bar she hears the music end, nodding firmly with the others as she starts, hoping they know when to sing right here, and hoping the woman next to her knows all the words at least.

“37I’ve been roaming all my life, 242`and now I’ve found a lady wife, I’m staying right here 37Oh, I won’t go sailing anymore, 42I won’t obey the oceans call, I’m staying right here”

Now would be the time to start patting laps and slightly stomping feet

“37At 14 I was Cabin boy, 42to fearsome Captain Buckleroy, I’m staying` right here, 37When I was sick he ordered cat-a-nine, 42until I said that I felt fine, I’m staying right here

Patting of laps and stomping feet to the beat that happily go along with the song is all thats needed as it continues on.

For taking this song and singing it in a tune she is’nt doing half bad, but, most likely the addition of another woman and a crowd helping with two specific lines would help most others.

Casey goes through the chorus a few more times, louder and more rowdy each time until the tempo peeks and she settles to a calmer level to give a parting line in song,

“I may be poor. I may be broke. But I dream of the day I sail back to the Harlot of Halfpenny Port”

With that the femme dismounts the table that she used as a stage and she smiles faintly at the banjo player, “I’m afraid a deal is a deal, the money is yours. I’ve other places to sleep tonight.” speaking of the woman tries to seek out Matias in the crowd and approach him, “Where are we staying then? I’m almost due to pass out.”

The monkey announcer says, “Lo and Behold, like a bird off the coast… Sparrow, the… Arrow!” its all made up as Jasper unslings the bow and is dropped into the pit fight Kraken the Peppermill… As soon as the announcer shouts, “Lets…… R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-RUMBLE.” and the fight is on and two blunderbusses go off consectively shooting black blooms of smoke and fire and ball bearings forward at Jasper

Nemi nods, smiling as they sway with her, nodding firmly with the others as she starts, hoping they know when to sing right here, and hoping the woman next to her knows all the words at least.

“37I’ve been roaming all my life, 42and now I’ve found a lady wife, I’m staying right here 37Oh, I won’t go sailing anymore, 42I won’t obey the oceans call, I’m staying right here”

Now would be the time to start patting laps and slightly stomping feet

“37At 14 I was Cabin boy, 42to fearsome Captain Buckleroy, I’m staying` right here, 37When I was sick he ordered cat-a-nine, 42until I said that I felt fine, I’m staying right here”

Patting of laps and stomping feet to the beat that happily go along with the song is all thats needed as it continues on.

“I’ll be a man of the land, I’ll be a man of the trees, I’ll be a man, wherever my woman will be, I won’t be any captains mate, I won’t be servant of the seas ‘Cause this pretty little woman is all I need” For taking this song and singing it in a tune she is’nt doing half bad, but, most likely the addition of another woman and a crowd helping with two specific lines would help most others. (formatting fix).

Kaelyn chuckles waving a hand as she opens her back to peer within its depths. “Do you have any star maps? Or drawings of the constellations? Something simple.” Still she digs in her bag pulling out some overnight essentials: A tube of spearmint toothpaste, a pink toothbrush with its bristles a little worn from use and a teal hairbrush. She sets each item on the table watching as best she could the bird’s expression.

The coinage wins and the banjo player snags it up meanwhile when Casey goes looking for Matias she finds him in a scuffle. He is currently struggling for a watch and a his rosary…. The watch glows for a moment and suddenly Matias turns into a SWARM OF FUCKING DRAGONFLIES thus escaping the several sailors trying to haul him off into a background. Bzzzzzzzzzting at Casey the Latino reforms, grabbing her wrist and with a reckless look in his eyes and a loud whisper, “Come here you,” and bamf both Casey and Matias disappear into the shadows cast by the crowd… Somewhere on this plane shadowwalking to safety leaving the Windermere students unwittingly behind as most probably would not have seen that!

Once he steps into the pit, Jasper turns to face Krakken and as the rumble starts, Jasper moves around to at least get out of the way. While he moves, he raises his bow and draws an arrow to fire at Krakken’s exposed parts.

The lyrics to Nemi’s song might be a smidge different but drunken volleyball head Wilson and dommy mommy pirate drunk sing along with the crowd clapping the rhythm.

The less than lethal barrage of junk, thick smoke, and eyebrow singing flames hit Jasper in the face and upper chest, temporarily blinding him as the Kraken sloooooooooooowly begins to turn while going “Rawr” in slow motion. Its both adorable and potentially deadly.

It seems the overnights are not enough for Kaw Makaw who says, “Have no lover, no home, no pendant with picture, or picture or letter? Have pins or gems?” the bird makaws sadly disappointed in the offering as if it expected Kaelyn to have more impressive or personal things!

Jasper lets out a yell in pain as he staggers back. Putting his bow aside in one arm to cover his face, he lets out a low growl and grits his teeth. Hunching forward, he then raises his sword and blindly swings around the pit, his growling growing.

Bekki honest to god “Awwwwwww”s as Kraken turns with that roar, enjoying the show as Jasper gets shot, burned and knocked back, only to come back in, blindly swinging.

As Jasper comes back blindly swinging it looks to anyone, everyone, the fucking audience on the other side of the screen. That Jasper would hit the incredibly slow moving, comically even slow, turtle warrior… Unfortunately he just runs right by hitting air to the astonishment of the crowd! Then Kraken the Peppermill lines up his back cannons and pulls his arms back into his shell and then his head before firing them one at a time… PEW PEW PEW these cannon shells the size of a fist do not kill Jasper but it is like being drop kicked by a kettle ball so bruises, bruised bones, a general whallopping ensues!

takes another breath in as she continues with the others, swaying happily in song with her drunken companions.

“37At 20 I manned that crows nest 42and captain said “I was the best”, I’m staying right here 237ut I nearly lost my eyes to God, 42just looking out for old cape cod, I’m staying right here.”

A beautiful chorus, Beautiful women, Thats all a bar really needs sometimes it may seem.

“37At 25 no man alive 42could match my skills for gun’en, I’m staying right here 37But the Captain he got drunk one night 42and sank the blasted cannon, I’m staying right here”

Only a few verses left now, a happy song about love and dedication, Maybe Nemi chose this for some deeper meaning, if only this could be recorded.(Apologies if formatting ends up funky).

It had been worth the attempt. Collecting the items she stores them away to be used or make an attempt at swindling another day. “Oh, I have two of those things. A lover and a home, but I’m not away enough to really have need of-” Reaching up a hand Kaelyn pulls the raven bobby pin from her hair. “I have this that reminds me of him.” Her smile softens and she closes her hands around it, pulling it to her chest. “I can’t offer this.” She tilts her head to the side, “Will you be around tomorrow? I can bring back books from my world then or even images that look like real life has been captured on paper.”

at once winces and loves exactly what’s happening in the pit. This is the best thing Bekki has seen in a good long while, and she cant help but to stand there and watch Jasper get given the run around by a turtle.

Catching cannon shells rather than hands, Jasper falls to his knees, holding his sword as he barely arches his back. He lets out a another growl, his beaten body twitching until he staggers back. Gripping his handle, he swings it, almost letting it go before he falls to the ground.

There are quite a few scallywags and bastards (or bitches) amongst the piratey crowd and although the song hits a few of them in the feels. It is obvious the vast majority would give it all up for the sea! Nemi is showered in about 25 silver coins of which her drunken backup singers take a full third share a piece leaving her with 8 to pick up off the ground. Kaw the Makaw rubs its feather hands together and nods repeatedly. “Books, with maps, and secrets. Secret maps!” it declares before leaving its calling card. It is a piece of leather with a black quill feather and a treasuremap X beneath the tip.

Tucking the pin back in her hair Kaelyn nods with a wide grin, “I can get some books like that no problem.” She plucks up the feather twirling it around in her fingers with another smile to Kaw, “It’s a date then.”

And so Kaelyn might finally notice Matias and Casey are missing but everything seems mostly alright except Captain Davey Jones (yes he looks like the movie character) is eyeing her from afar, smoking his pipe and holding it not with hands but with face tentacles!

It is really not Jasper’s night as in the final throes of consciousness he manages to strike Kraken the Peppermill causing the old turtle to yelp and drop a blunderbuss but luckily it has fired. As Jasper goes down there is applause. It is loud, it is very generous, and very sincere. While Jasper might be suffering Bekki can sense a lot of happy desire filled people! It even over hears someone going, “Who is that, guy that was the best five dubloon fake I have ever seen.” and then someone else say “I have never seen someone sell it so hard that Kraken was still scary. That guy is amazing.” apparently… Kraken the Peppermill is an old local favorite being humored by the crowd and Jasper’s disasterous performance was assumed to have been completely staged making him the best fake loss to the Kraken in years… Oh they will be talking of the improbable luck Jasper had all week!

With a wave, she moved away from the table to- or had been intending to rejoin the first table. Everyone had scattered to the wind. Bekki, check. Nemi, check. Jasper. check. Bruised, bloodied but check. That left… Well that couldn’t have been good at all. Though in her scanning her eyes met the Captain. Kaelyn looked away quickly enough, trying to find somewhere to settle in for a little bit. Her gaze kept darting back to see if Mr. Tentacles fascination had worn off.

Nemi catches the coins, happily letting the others take a share as she already knows what they have in mind as she continues to happily sing with the others.

“37Captain died at 28 42and by then I was his first mate, I’m staying right here 37Oh they tried to give me his command 42but I was hungry for the land, I’m staying right here”

“37Stepped ashore at Felix stow 42and made for Bristol by the road, I’m staying right here 37Well I fell in love, when, first, 42I saw, her, 37Avon county’s finest daughter, and now she’s got me staying right here Hoo-hey”

One final verse, and its all her soft voice calming the song down to a slow and final verse.

“37I’ll be a man of the land, I’ll be a man of the trees, 42I’ll be a man, wherever my woman will be, 37I won’t be any captains mate, I won’t be servant of the seas 42’Cause this pretty little woman is all I need

And with one breath out, the end of the lovely shanty.

“Good… fight…Ack!” Jasper croaks, his voice muffled with his face on the floor as he slowly crawls out of the pit. While his clothes are definitely done with smoke coming out of some parts, his wounds are going to take a really long time to heal.

Because Bekki is such a kind and considerate person, once Jasper goes down, she simply… fucks off. It’s no longer interesting.

The night is getting late and the sky warms in the distance the drinks keep flowing the crowd get drunker only a few of the Windemere crowd know where the lodgings are and at least for the moment the night winds down the Captain clearly marking Kaelyn but doing nothing for the time being. No one is kicking them out but for the time being Jasper is getting free drinks from a crowd that helps him up and compliments his acting and generosity with Kraken the Peppermill… Nemi basks in the glow of the crowd a few people asking after the lyrics. Bekki kind of has her pick of bad decisions or milking on suffering though the more drunk folk get the less of that there seems to be at least indoors outside in alleys and trashpiles plenty of suffering.

Jasper can only nod to the crowd with a weak smile as he staggers back to the table with some aid. Thanks to the free drinks, he accepts and starts to take occasional sips.

Nemi smiles softly, unsure of how to answer some fo the questions, but if any are about getting her a drink she does’nt coldly refuse but she does so quickly, but with the arm around her waist from the firey haired pirate she’s seemingly unsure of how to escape her current predicament as the embarrassment her singing brought her slowly builds up from all of the attention. I mean, for whom would’nt it?

Kaelyn lets an uneasy feeling settle in her stomach as the man watches and waits. With the thinning of the crowd and the way the night stretches on she moves through the sea of people. There was a nakedness to be felt without her phone, she realizes. Coming to a stop near the table Jasper was being fawned over, Kaelyn raises her gaze making eye contact with the Captain. At the very least she would let him know she saw him before ignoring him in favor of asking after her fellow wolf. “Hey, how you feeling?”

For Bekki, who is so very good at making good choices, the options are endless. Never the less, Nemi is compromised, Kaelyn has a likely slaver taking an interest, and Jasper is -fine-

This leaves enjoyment of the rest of the evening as it turns to morning, recovering, then repeating the same the next day. She does observe Kraken though. Long and hard, and it is not the kind of observation that heralds anything good for the little critter.