” We goin ashore fer long Cap’n? “, exclaimed a stocky short hairy Man, hauling a large rope. Terren exhaled and looked to the Man with a thoughtful look on his face.…You know what my Good Man….I think we will be sticking around for awhile…you lot deserve a bit of shore leave. He thought for a moment, then continued. And besides….I know for a fact that these puffed up silk-laden mouth breathers, have more gold than they can use…..I plan to relive them of their suffering. He smirked, slamming his telescope closed. He turned to address the Crew. Oi Boys! We’re payin my old stompin grounds a visit….there’s booze! *cheers* there’s loose Women!*louder cheers* and best of all, there’s……Gods Beloved GOLD!!!**ruckus cheering* He smiled as his Men danced around the deck cheering and whooping. Alright alright alright…..all ashore Boys! Let’s show these Land Lubbers, what a True Man of the Sea is really made of eh?! “Yaaaaargh” With a last smirk, Terren walked to his Captain’s Quarters to gather his weapons, then he was off toward the nearest Town. On his way he shouted to the Men. Alright you old Sea Dogs, you get clapped up and it’s yer own arse! You cause trouble…..then good on you….but if you bring trouble back to the Fall from Grace……..and there won’t be a place on Heaven or Earth where the Gods themselves will save you from my Wrath! There was solemn silence. Now fuck off you lot!! They cheered again and scattered off.
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“Now fuck off you lot!!”
The crew all cheered and scattered off, and the mermaid saw opportunity to leave the safety of the water. Slowly she rose out of the froth of the waves, and as she grew in height, she no longer had the long body of scales, and large fin, but walked out of the sea on two legs, using the charms enabled to her, by a trinket she wore around her neck. On the beach was an old chest that she had kept stashed away, with clothing befitting a Lady of the land of humans. A gift from her mother, she used it often, when she wished to walk among those that breathed through their mouths.
The Captain was striding ahead, making good ground, as the fair Lady Amber; who was now dressed in a fine blue gown that matched her eyes, skittered along behind, wondering if she could keep watch of him, for she saw something in him few did. Ah the mystery of the sea.
(Change to Town of Bleu)