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Ensign Corbin Nash was a proud man. He stood at over six feet and was of a quite burly build. He had cultivated thick, trunk like arms from shoulders to hands from his years working as a Seaman in the navy. He worked his way up to Ensign, and was mere days away from being promoted to Lieutenant aboard the Water Skipper. That all came literally crashing down during the battle between the Water Skipper and the foreign enemy's mightiest corsair, the Doom Rider. The Doom Rider tooks its worst damage in any battle ever, and would most likely be in dry dock for the next half year, but the Water Skipper was completely decimated. Nearly all of her crew perished, some were take captive, as other were missing. Missing on the ocean is all but a death sentence. Ensign Nash was among the missing.
He was able to float for a couple of days aboard a makeshift raft when he was luckily found by a small merchant vessel. Unfortunately for Corbin, the stop they made was to an island, infamous for its visitors and their skulduggery. There was no way to mince words fine enough to cover up the ugliness of the island hell according to Corbin, one just had to say it. It was a pirate island.
Corbin had looked for passage out immediately, but the merchant who rescued him was not leaving for a fortnight. The only other outgoing vessels were ones that had been chased by Corbin himself and the Water Dancer. Not only did the very idea of working with the rapscallions repulse Corbin, but it would not be safe if they ever found out he helped break up past raids or even jailed some.
So, much to his chagrin, Corbin had to wait nearly a week on the island, scrubbing vomit from the floors of an inn in exchange for lodging and board, until a vessel unknown to docked. The ship was a small one, called the Windblade. He knew if he was ever going to get off of the godforsaken island, he would have to make his way on to the ship.
Later that evening, while working, Corbin struck up a conversation with a couple of rough looking sailors he did not recognize. Sure enough, they were crew members of the Windblade. After swapping some stories of working on merchant ships, which Corbin mostly made up, the sailors to Corbin they could probably get hime a meeting with the first mate to see if he could join the crew. They told him the ship was small, and the quarters were already cramped, but if he was willing to swab the decks, he could probably get on. They mentioned that as long as he didn't "fuck" with the Captain and kept his head down, he'd get along fine.
Corbin followed the sailors out to the Windblade and went to meet the first mate. He did think the ship was abnormally small, but figured the Windblade was a contract ship, toting only specific cargo for specific parties, but once he saw the first mate, he knew he was wrong.
The first mate was a man named Blevins who worked on a pirating vessel named the Squawk. It was about five years prior that the Water Skipper intercepted the Squawk targeting a royal cargo ship for a raid. Blevins was held in the brig for five days before they released him to a lifeboat due to potential water shortages.
Blevins recited the story to the two sailors and Corbin with obvious anger. Corbin no longer feared he would not leave the island, he feared he was going to be made to walk the plank. Blevins held a knife up to Corbin's throat when one of the sailors pushed Blevins.
"No blood is to be spilt without an approval from the captain, Blevins!" he yelled so loudly that it had to be heard in any part of the small ship.
Corbin gulped fearing that Blevins's hatred would force him to break the rules. He silently prayed for a miracle.
He was able to float for a couple of days aboard a makeshift raft when he was luckily found by a small merchant vessel. Unfortunately for Corbin, the stop they made was to an island, infamous for its visitors and their skulduggery. There was no way to mince words fine enough to cover up the ugliness of the island hell according to Corbin, one just had to say it. It was a pirate island.
Corbin had looked for passage out immediately, but the merchant who rescued him was not leaving for a fortnight. The only other outgoing vessels were ones that had been chased by Corbin himself and the Water Dancer. Not only did the very idea of working with the rapscallions repulse Corbin, but it would not be safe if they ever found out he helped break up past raids or even jailed some.
So, much to his chagrin, Corbin had to wait nearly a week on the island, scrubbing vomit from the floors of an inn in exchange for lodging and board, until a vessel unknown to docked. The ship was a small one, called the Windblade. He knew if he was ever going to get off of the godforsaken island, he would have to make his way on to the ship.
Later that evening, while working, Corbin struck up a conversation with a couple of rough looking sailors he did not recognize. Sure enough, they were crew members of the Windblade. After swapping some stories of working on merchant ships, which Corbin mostly made up, the sailors to Corbin they could probably get hime a meeting with the first mate to see if he could join the crew. They told him the ship was small, and the quarters were already cramped, but if he was willing to swab the decks, he could probably get on. They mentioned that as long as he didn't "fuck" with the Captain and kept his head down, he'd get along fine.
Corbin followed the sailors out to the Windblade and went to meet the first mate. He did think the ship was abnormally small, but figured the Windblade was a contract ship, toting only specific cargo for specific parties, but once he saw the first mate, he knew he was wrong.
The first mate was a man named Blevins who worked on a pirating vessel named the Squawk. It was about five years prior that the Water Skipper intercepted the Squawk targeting a royal cargo ship for a raid. Blevins was held in the brig for five days before they released him to a lifeboat due to potential water shortages.
Blevins recited the story to the two sailors and Corbin with obvious anger. Corbin no longer feared he would not leave the island, he feared he was going to be made to walk the plank. Blevins held a knife up to Corbin's throat when one of the sailors pushed Blevins.
"No blood is to be spilt without an approval from the captain, Blevins!" he yelled so loudly that it had to be heard in any part of the small ship.
Corbin gulped fearing that Blevins's hatred would force him to break the rules. He silently prayed for a miracle.