The First Marque of Letters: There is No Honor

[Wayloss]

Erik nods at Crowe, or Jones as he sometimes calls himself indicates to jack that Eric worked as a common laborer on the docks, and just might, if he could talk, or read or write find out where the ship might be.

[MadVlat]

"Well now that would be benificial indeed. The location of the ship could be the key to our success". As Jack walks and discusses the plan with his new cohorts, he massages his heavily bruised shoulder gingerly. "I say, let's get a look at our pigeon before we forge our plan. What do you think lads"?

[Wayloss]

Erik nods to that suggestion then continues walking back to the docks, knowing that it is a fairly long walk.

[Vardaen]

The group agrees, first things first, locate the ship and then go from there. The hour long walk back is filled with some conversation about who can do what, what weapons the group has and how stealthy everyone might be. It becomes clear that no one really is all that great at moving unseen, so the shock of your arrival will have to be enough of a surprise if you hope to ambush anyone -- if it comes to that, which hopefully it won't.

The group returns to Port Royale and you make your way to Fort Morgan where Erik was working as a heavy dock hand. Fort Morgan is on the south side of the cay, and does connect, even remotely to the main docks on the inside of the bay. The small dock run here is used mostly for unloading one ship at a time, before it sails west and then north around the tip of the city into the harbor (See Map for Details of Fort Morgan's Location). Its late, and only the sentries are awake at the fort at this hour, and you are denied all access to anyone that might lend a hand. Erik's inabilty to speak really causes some barriers, and you find yourselves at the end of your pier with this option.

So Morgan suggests heading to the harbor itself and just looking around, "Lets just see what we can see. The Lady did mention it was suposed to be on Pier 4." Morgan must have been listening more than some of you as you never heard her mention that. So off to the harbor you go. You cross through down, the barking of a dog nearby breaks the still air. The light of a tavern, "The Cat and the Fiddle", is cast out onto the road and the laughter of the tavern patrons drifts out. You move with purpose to the piers and find yourselves standing on Pier 4, the landward side, looking down the dock. No guards seem to be around right now, and you are free to wander down the pier looking for your ship.

[Wargie]

Crowe is quite tired as they reach pier 4, considering that before this little adventure started he had been shipwrecked and afloat for a couple of days before getting picked up and placed on this island. His eyes go towards the inn, more than to the dock, and it is a longing expression on his face. He sighs rather loudly and looks down on his new boots, which have made his feet hurt since they are new. Looking up and at the general area, he shrugs slightly and the begins his path down the pier to have a look around.

[Shurijo]

Franklins mostly keeps to himself as they head back to the docks and walk around the piers. When they arrive to pier 4, he suggests, "I believe we should split into two groups. Maybe one group could distract any guards while the other group infiltrates. At least, we won't be as big as a target as we now."

[MadVlat]

"We break up lad's, we will be much less conspicuous that way". We'll be pinched for sure by the crushers if they see a group travelling in the dark. Hopefully these lads are good in a rowl or we'll be dead in the water."What signal should we use if there's trouble chaps"? The foul scent of dead fish and sewage intrudes upon the warm carribean breeze. Assualting the nostrils of the unsuspecting.

[Shurijo]

Franklin jests at the question's answer, "How 'bout a call of 'help'?" he muses. "Maybe one group could try to talk our way onto the ship, as the other group attempts to board unseen. Each group might serve as a distraction for the other group." He offers a suggestion, but really has very little idea on how to pull off a heist such as this.

[Wargie]

Crowe stops and looks at Jack and Franklin and then over at Hound and appears to be pondering the situation. "Well, dividing up might be a good idea indeed, and I think we should attempt to get onboard by simply talking our way, before we attempt to sneak on board." he scratches his scruffy chin and then appears to make a decision, "So, who should attempt to sneak and who should attempt to talk themselves onboard?" he looks down upon himself and his rather torn clothes, "I think I sneak on board, as no harbour guard would consider me more than a thief or pirate at this point."

[MadVlat]

"That crate over there gives me an idea boys. Hound ol' chap you used to work these docks, correct"? A full toothed smile crossing the lips of the brit. "Don't suppose many of you learned gentlemen know the story of the Trojan horse by chance"?