Whether he liked it or not, The Captain had to come to port when a few members of his crew had become mutinous and destroyed a good bit of their supplies. While his first mate and the rest of the crew dealt with those three, he ventured into the market to resupply. He knew the town was Cerenis, but he didn’t know why he knew that, or how he knew that. In truth, he didn’t know why he knew anything that he did, but had gotten over that some time ago. Obviously, his past wasn’t that great, or why bother forgetting it?
As he slipped between crowds of people, trying not to draw attention to himself, as he had no idea if he might have unknown enemies, he was thankful once again for his height as he could see easily over most people. It was obvious he was a sailor, as for the open white shirt he wore, and dark pants. Of course, The Captain also had his black long coat, his captain’s coat, and leather boots that padded softly on the stone.
He was looking, in particular, for food and other rations, for that was what the idiots had thrown overboard. Though he figured he might as well restock on everything else as well, while they were there. So, why was he finding himself surrounded by potion shops and stalls? Well, because while he was a wonderful sailor, and maybe even a genius at solving problems, he had a horrible sense of direction. He was beginning to think when his first mate had asked if he wanted to bring a guide, he wasn’t joking.
As he was looking around for where he should go, instead of where he was going, The Captain bumped rather abruptly and rather hard into a young woman with a rather large bag. Catching himself, he managed to grab her by the elbow, gently, to help steady her as well. “I’m very sorry, ma’am,� He said quickly, his exotic accent quickly flowing into his words, as he looked her over for any injuries. It would be just his luck to hurt some strange girl while not looking where he was going.
