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[Valek Typhoon]

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The salty breeze stung his eyes, the moist air dampened his thin cloths to his skin. His skin burned from the sun above - nearing sunset now. The waves crashed against the hull, the mizzen and foremast billowed out with the gusts of wind that blew them towards land. The twisting of the rudder, the ruffling of the lines in their bitts, and the scuttling of his crew below. It was all music to his ears.

Valek stood tall upon the fighting top of the mast, dragon scale gloves gripping the aft lines connecting the sails to the mast. He let out a call, sliding down the ropes, they burned the gloves, he could feel it through the thick hide on the palm. But he relished it and managed to land perfectly upon the deck. "Merlich, lower the Topsail, Bryce trim the Fore sail - bring us to port."

They were a rag tag group at best, picked up from different harbors in his passing. And likely to all go their own direction once they came to harbor in the city. Vesper. Once a city of pride, of virtue. Now home to creatures many feared, the same creatures he had come to seek answers from.

"Raven, reeve those moor lines and bitt`em tight, I don't want the Chimera to drift while we resupply. - Wolfe, once the men finish their duty take them ashore and gather the cloth and lumber."

The rudder gave a loud creek as it was primed closed, the masts enclosing beneath the ratline ropes. The massive pirate ship slowed as it came to stop along the broad side of the harbor. Each man tossed a line to the dock workers as the Galleon was dry docked. Leaping up, almost as though he were used to flying, their captain landed upon a reeve of rope and skidded down its length to the petrified wood of the dock below.

"Pan out men - those of you returning bring back scuttlebutts for food, and because I know you are absent minded so let me pound this in your minds - each of you that return bring in a supply of lumber and cloth for repairs." Turning those golden eyes upon the massive tribal warrior, Wolfe, the one man that matched Valek for height. "Wolfe stop by the smith and do what you can about spare metal for cannon repairs."

Valek gave a salute to each man in turn, and as each started out in their own direction, he could hear the yips and yells of the ragtag group moving towards the local tavern rather than the merchants. Though their captain gave it no mind, his gaze focused upon the bow of the ship and the empty space there imagining a figurehead that would be perfect for it. A multi headed dragon. "It would be fitting ... pending" The man whipsered to himself.

Sea serpent scale boots twisted upon the harbor as he pushed past the dockmen and moved towards the bridge leading towards the marsh tavern.
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"You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you."- Isadora Duncan