Where is my money..

[Pirate]

Wren Vicktoria: Ghosts and monsters watch from behind trees, always waiting - both possessed of powers beyond kin. Dogs and swine range free prowling, both having long sharp teeth. Brigands and free-booters roam the remote tracks seeking to rob all those having no scruples whatsoever. So were the words of her father a farmer warning her of the creatures who roam this land. It was his way of explaining to his children why they should never,ever stray--too far. But, like any young heart the challenge of the un-known had to hold some sort of adventure, anything different from having to work till one's fingers bled or ones heart grew callous. The track Vicktoria was on wound up a slope and through some dense birch wood trees opening at the crest of a hill. From this craggy overlook, Vicktoria could see for miles around, she'd pause there in order to rest. Dark green forests clothed the lower hills undulating off into the horizon. The vales between the rises were all cleared into pasturelands in all directions. Rings of sod or wood became natural barrier walls around raths and hedges snaked across those farming fields in all directions. There was a dizzingy drop which lay to her left and the track, untrodden to her right melted into the steep hillside. When this savage turn became too steep to negotiate, she angled right practically hugging the clay wall. Finally reaching its base she moved to follow a casading creek which tumbled down some narrow gorge chattering all the way. The creek itself grew into a larger stream then spread into a river right practically hugging the clay wall. Finally reaching its base she moved to follow a casading creek which tumbled down some narrow gorge chattering all the way. The creek itself grew into a larger stream then spread into a river bed. Low and behold before her eyes.. the structure of a mighty fortess. Vicktoria stood there with persperation sweeping cross her forehead and dotting her upper lip. She seemed to have made it, and safely. She'd start to head towards what she believed to be her own self-made destiny. -dTheir Debauchery: His attention fell on the crew member that had come back without the promise of payment. Evan hated times of peace, honestly making him work like others in his predicament. The man had a ship named almost affectionately after his father. Yet to whom it may concern. He lifted his boot pushing the crate of nearly half rot of vegetation and it was fast and merely as quick as the hand of a master. The hit tossed down the crew men with a rasp of that gutted groan. "I didn't sail all the way to this shit hole dock to be screwed out of payment. When you say he refused.. what exactly are you saying?!" Evan was at times a patient man, yet a month at sea with little food and a mild case of scurvy amongst his men it got under ones collar. He began to step down for the third time since docking into the opens of the small markets. "Where ?" Merely needing the location of this buyer. Sometimes people just needed proper motivation when it came to making payment. It would probably be the last shipment of crap he was bringing here, but he needed that money. He owned no slaves on his crew all were indeed free men so of course every one wanted their cut of money. He could smell the people at such close range to him, hell he might have stank of something himself but he looked unclean unshaven and his teeth felt a little grimy.. A few days off the ship would have cured all that. -dWren Vicktoria: She'd tug forward her travel sack sinking one hand deep into the cow hyde center. Blindly she fondled its inards before pulling up something to chew on. Her eyes widened as the docks drew closer- much larger then she'd considered. Having left the treeline to walk cross what appeared to be a large bed of sand she grew tired from the sluggish progress it gave her. Climbing the wooden steps that'd lift her up onto the main walk-way of the pier she'd wipe her brow with a clothed arm only to lower it while hearing some bitter complaints coming topside of a ship. Naturally she'd try not eavsdrop, but this being her first true adventure...who could resist --abstinance now- no!-d Their Debauchery: He didnt know hte laws of the land here, but where he was from when you were requested to bring a shipment you were deserving of some compensation. He began to look at the stand yes a simple farmer who probably wouldn't have requested* the seedlings otherwise. "I really couldn't give a damn if your not pleased my men and I have been at sea for a month now and all for your damn cargo! You will pay out of your pocket now.." The defiant look on this mans face was pissing Evan off.. and the light sound of the crowd ease droppers or non was starting to draw attention. He didnt like the attention, it made it hard to publicly show his discontent. So with a mild whisper he leaned into the little : shits ear. " You know.. I have some restrain right now, but you have until sun down to pay up, and just so you dont get any ideas of involving the local.. law. My man here." He leaned back slapping his crewmans shoulder. "Is going to pay a visit to your wife, how many children did you say you had? You know slavery is of high deman where I am from.. please dont make me have to prove it to you." -dWren Vicktoria: Having slowed down as the dock itself seemed to take on a life of its own. She'd pause pressing an elbow over the top rail guarenteeing to keep one from fall off into the waters below. Her own reflection bobbed in its shinny surface below. Her fingers took to quickly raking back her hair as it seemed to be every which way before she tugged upward a scarf scrolling her neckline. It'd be forced to arch back cross her forehead keeping loose strands pushed back. She did after all look rather...........cooked from her so-journing. As the duo on top of the hearty ship seemed to pipe down she spiked a curious brow. No longer enabled to hear their maddening conversation. With a hip turn she'd look up a ways along the inside perimeter of the dock noting all the shops, from merchantiles, to warehouses, looked to be a few pubs and of course a very small Inn. For beyond this stretch one could see the magnificence of a castle. Undoubtedly holding royalty and protecting the governing powers that be. She'd push away from the railing taking about 20 some odd steps before raisin her hand to shade her eyes and speak clearly to the steamy-vocal scufflers, " Pardon me sirs.............but.. there be two cold ales waiting for both you right there------" She'd nudge her chin towards one such establishment. " ...it appears your both being offered some refreshment, something to help---cool one down--from the...heat of the day." A tiiny smile grooved her lips. -dTheir Debauchery: "Stay out of this Girl!" Not bothering to really turn around in the moment. He'd been annoyed beyond his limit already and the sight of his man leaving to secure this problem had him finally cracking a smile. His attention fell down to the dealer with a shake of his head. "I only heard two drinks.. and Im rather thirsty." He looked towards the pub and the corner of his eye catching the.. girl. He finally had realized the hold he had on the merchants collar and eased it off. "Hmph." It was a look back then to the woman with a lift of his chin then down taking a brief look to her feet then to her head. "Well well at least some one in this damn place knows how to greet people." Pushing away from the merchant and yes he'd not soon forget about the money. This was what happen to men of war, they only knew few things, and though secretly Evan was a schooled man to his crew and men he was one of the most savage too. "Lead way to this drink you were talking about." A little more pleased by the idea of anything else. He'd been at sea too long and the Tavern she nudged too was looking more and more like a slice of heaven to him. Clean up.. only to restock and ship out. Walking now he glanced around and then fell back that attention to her. " Got a name nosey body." Yes he caught a quick assumption that she was trying to keep peace.. what ever business it was to her. -dWren Vicktoria: " Girl....? My goodness sir irritating more then one person at a time can be dangerous.." She'd noticed that the man whom was held by the scruff of his collar apparently had a few friends keeping a keen eye on him from the dock it-...from the dock it self. A man had rapidly trotted off, no doubt to find a magistrate or some sort of authority to deal with the situation in of course -- the civilized way. How do men do that these days? Blades and fists. She'd tilt her head some as the man exited from off the ship while she'd hoist upward her bundle sack. Her footfalls would be silent as they pressed cross the peg boards practically meeting the man half way. She'd nudge her chin towards the pub. " I do, I do have a name. " She'd comment back before she'd actually begin to step in along side the man who seemed in comparison to her, clothed rather decently. " Vicktoria, from Anders farmsted. My father always said, best way to cure a fight or any disgreement was to start over with a good slosh in one gullet. Have each party involved pay for the others drinks until one either runs out of money or they both decide to figure out a solution rather then threaten the others life. " She'd shrug, " You seemed rather hot under yer own collar there while holding the others. Seemed like it --half worked, You're here about to get a friendly drink. Quickly if you would your name? " -dTheir Debauchery: "I take it girl is a little to young to label you." It was quickly after she had voiced out her disapproval of the title. He lifted his fingers to his unshaven chin and then looked forward. "Your father seems like a rather insightful man Vicktoria from Anders Farmsted..." He let it trail off, he didnt know the place the man was more acquainted with cartography of the sea then Land. That small cut of leather was lifted in that rude manner of cleaning his teeth.. no one had to be told that the man looked like shit. He didnt care much there wasnt many he felt he was hell bent to impress. He didnt want to pay for the drink and anything that was going to be given freely was always better. "Evander." That was all he said, some time ago he refused to mention his full name. It was rather noted and not for very good reason. People still talked about the murder of his father and of course.. the story was to long to even 'think' about it so he didnt. "So.. tell me now since when does a girl.." Clearing his throat" Lady." He made note to catch himself. " go around buying drinks for strange men.. all you know I could end up snatching you up and selling you in the next port. A little to damn trusting, for a name.." Well she didnt know if that was even his real name. The man liked to lie too. -dWren Vicktoria: ' Well insightful yes, and he's lost a lot of money drinking in those pubs. " A bright laff. " My father, had a bit of a temper. " She'd memorize his name, " Well, who said i was gong to pay for it? I thought I'd work for it. Might land me job." She'd shrug at his assumption she'd be all that easy to snatch. " You'd have a rough go of it trying to snare me, keep me and of course sell me? Goodness, Im a vengeful wench. It'd be.......awful for you. " She'd slip her free hand round to squeeze the leather strap of her bundle sack. Pausing at the doors of the pub. " I should warn you...." Waiting for him to open the door, " My uncle.. he runs this pub. " Her brows lifted high while a glorious smile spread cross her face. A sparkle flared in her gaze as her shoulders proudly pulled back. " If you would kind sir, "Indicating his getting the door handle... -d