The High Seas
 

The port on the island of Mantas was a very busy place. A free port where it doesn't matter who docks here, so long as you've got money no questions will be asked. Even at times, enemies can be, at least while here, can be friends. It was here that a young Aquala girl was busy looking over the ships while making her way over to Merchent's Row, a floating bazaar where one can find almost everything under the sun.

Mantas, fine port; still no Galadhrim, but nice enough.
Riven, the Infamous/famous(depending on your point of view), bane of the Istari raiders, Philanthropic, carousing, heavy drinking, womanizing, but still devilishly handsome pirate who has been sailing these seas for over a century, and just happened to be a master swordsman and impeccable marksman (even for an elf, he's good), thought as he looked through his telescope at the bustling harbor.
Another contract, ahoy, mates! Now we're getting paid to drown the Istari dogs!!
The crew cheers loudly
Let's get to port quickly!
He said as he slid down the rigging from the crow's nest to help raise the mainsail to full.
Where's first mate Aster? Fargo, have you seen him around?

Mr. Nimblenose sat dourly in a bowl of fresh water. It was refreshing but he wan't given over to celebration or exuberance. He watched as people came and went through the streets. He had come here to avoid being stepped on.

Suddenly a boot smashed into the bowl, he tumbled out just before it came crashing down on him. Apparently his efforts had yet to meet with the requirements for this simple task.

"Hey, you great gob!" He yelled after him, becoming human height. "What in the nine bloody hells of dante's freezing pits are you doing stomping around here! Why I'll..." He continued to rant after the large crewman who payed him no mind, they were used to getting sworn out by the fae.

Aster slowly tore away the remaining barnacle and headed back to the side of the ship. His long snake-like body was a torpedo in the water he shot out grabbing a loose rope and swung onto the deck spraying some with water. He ran his clawed hand acrossed his bald head and caught the end of what Riven had asked. "I'm right here cap'n. I was busy gettin' rid of th' barnacles aten away at our prescious ship" he said slithering up to the captain. He grinned and looked more like a demon ready to have a sacrifice than a pirate. The ship sayed a bit and Aster then wanted to see the bustling port for himself. It had been awhile since he had been on land and he was... well to say the least.... frisky. "So cap'n 'ny Istari scalawags dockin' 'ere" he asked his old friend who was looking rather dashing today. That was most likely because he had a mind to meet some ladies too and he wanted to look his best.

aye, have a look, there be three transports and a man of war docked near the harbormaster's.
said Riven, as he handed Aster the telescope
But mind ye, we're not here on business jus yet, we've a meeting with some representatives of the Katera Confederation tonight, The crew'll be on shore leave until morning.

Kal walked the port looking for a new ship to join. Most of the sailors got out of his way. Kal was holding a long shafted harpoon in his hand like someone holds a cane. on his back a bout a dozen more harpons were put into a custom made quiver. The quiver was made of a combination of wicker and shark skin.

Aster hung his head he would have to wait a tad longer before he would have his fun. He looked through the telescope and sure enough there were plenty of Istari ships. Aster chuckled a bit as he lowered the scope, he normally liked being outnumbered cause then the enemy gets overconfident. He handed the telescope back to the captain and slithered towards the edge of the boat. He took a deep breath. "Well guess I better get used to the smell of city fer a while, huh" he laughed and looked at the city for a bit.

Too true, my friend. It should be more pleasant that some places we've been, though.
By this time they were at full sail and quickly approaching the island port; the Lady had a knack for getting you anywhere faster than you thought she could.
Helmsman Atani, take us into the first dock on our right.
The Lady pulled smoothly into the slip and the crew jumped out of the moving ship and out of pure habit tied her fast.
Riven stood out on the tip of the prow and proclaimed happily and loudly,
ladies and gentlemen, scags and scallywags, I give you the port of Mantas. She's yours for the taking until noon tomorrow!! barring any unforseen events, but you all know the signal to return.
As they left, he said quickly
Oh, and if you happen to see any imperial lackeys, be sure to flash around your share of the plunder from the Istari cruiser that's still burning 10 miles south of here!
He hopped nimbly off the prow of his beloved ship and spoke to those still around (ooc: anyone on the crew who'd like)
and Who's up for a trip to the Governor's mansion, I've heard some very good things about his 8 daughters...

ooc: and I'm off to the sack!

The fae pricked his ears at the sound of that and swiftly hopped onto the captains shoulder. "Hey I'm all for it. Not only should it be a pleasant visit but I'll be a hell of a lot safer up here eh?!"

Aster slithered up to him and said "Aye cap'n you know I won't let you go rub shoulders wit' the rich 'thout me eh?" He smiled a bit at the thought of the governor's daughters. He had heard rumours of their beaty and he wanted to see that legend for himself. He quicklgrabbed a rag and wiped off any sweat or barnacle gunk that had attached itself to him.