Pirates: How it began

Earlier that afternoon, coastline, The Lady of the Deep docked at a simple yet fair-sized harbor town. The sun was beating down on the beach, making each rolling wave sparkle like a sea of diamonds spilling onto the shore. The harbor town swam with people of all shapes, sizes and varying wealth. More commonly the Pirates making a living off the trades of the sea. The laborers met the Ferrets with a level of respect gained only by ,fear. They lay a plank from the dock to the ship and began the tedious process of hauling merchandise. Off in the shade of rickety trade post, A peculiar looking creature took an interest in their business.

A Bard, squinting against the sun to watch the Ferret crew with increasing curiosity.
He picked up a satchel and threw it over his shoulder. Carefully tucking away the trinket that he had been polishing. Without ever taking his gaze off the ship he made a beeline fo the side of the ship to get a better view.

Shortly after concluding that the cargo was too well packaged for him to tell What it was carrying, The Bard promptly thought of another plan. Counting to himself, he began putting to use of his skills. "Visit one.... visit two..." he mumbled hardly audible. He boldly marched his way up the mark to board the ship. "Visit seventy-six..." he continued under his breath. By the time he had reached the gate, The Ferret Shipmate merely raised an eyebrow at the creature. The Bard in the Ferrets eyes, was a strange anthropomorphic Opossum. He wore a brown leather coat. Matching boots, matching satchel, and was armed with a singele longsword, And abuckler. The Bardic Possum bowed low to the Ferret Crew guard and finished his count, sauntering onto the Lady of the uDeep.

Luckily his Bardic Charm and skill often kept him out of more trouble than he could geto himself into, this time he wasn't sure What wonder drew him to this particular vessel. With the clever utilization of his Visit skill, he could explore without being harmed. The shipmates all glared at him as he went on by, Possum would bow and nod Greetings here and there.

Several hours had passed and the afternoon gave way to Twilight, the sounds of the ship died down to a dull churning of waves and the creaking of it's wooden frames. The shipguest welcomed himself to the cargohold, where he spent some time delving into various boxes and crates, taking as he pleased . He went undisturbed until his ears detected a scuffle above him on the deck. There were shouts and the distant clashing of steel on steel.

A battle had broken out.

Possum the Bard stuffed his satchel with as much as it would hold and made for an escape,carefully, he waited for an opportunity to bail. Narrowly avoiding conflict until he feared a run-for-it had to be dared. He skittered to a halt on the deck, realizing the ship had long-since departed and there was nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide.

The ship was littered with bodies and washed in blood, his heart began to tremble. And his paws began to shake, a familiar feeling he got just before he fainted. He backed away from a poor gutted Ferret lad, hawking in horror at the twisted expression on his dead face. Possum bumped into another crew member and lost control of his fear. Before he knew it, his paws were in the air and the ship floor smacked into his back.

When the Ferret Success came round to clear out her kills, Possum sprung to life again as the Ferrets cold paws wrapped around his tail. "AUUURRROOOOU!" He yelped, coming to. He scrambled separately to cling to the Lady, tail wrapping around and around the evening air for something to latch on to.

The Opossum visitor slipped free and flattened to the ship deck, paws and tail flailing franticly. Gasping and panting, the creature scrambled to get his bearings. Gathering wits and composure he stumbled to his feet and whipped around to Face the Pirate covered in blood.

She was Raving on about the undead, and the thought of reanimation made Possums stomach queasy. He held his paws high, ears folded meekly to the sides of his head. His pearly white eyes pleading with her. "Hehehe... now now, miss uh... Miss." He stuttered, treading carefully. His thoughts wandering guiltily to the satchel of stolen wares, just feet away. "I'm just a Bard. Please don't hurt me!"

He was trembling in his boots, considering the sword strapped to his hip, but not convinced he could best the woman in combat. 'Perhaps I can talk her down...' he thought.

It was Obvious to the Bard which option was in his favor. Even if he jumped ship, he'd likely perish before he could regret his decision... He grinned weakly, unarmed he was suddenly grateful for his Bardic ability to 'visit' enemy territory unharmed. Though it didn't stop his knees from shaking before her.

He weighed the debt he was in, a single white tooth peeking out of his mouth in a devious grin. 'Heh, worked my magic perfectly... I think I'm safe as long as I don't threaten her... ahk, I'm not dangerous enough to threaten this one...'

With heart pounding with adrenaline as he brought his feet together and bowed elegantly before her. With a right paw over his heart, and his head low respectively. He cleared his throat. "Awesome, O. Possum, at Your service Mi'Lady."
he kept his head low and left arm outstretched, offering his paw to her.