25th of Summer 503
Rain fell in steady sheets but still the gulls and other sea birds wheeled through the humid air over Matthews’s bay. The port at Zeltiva was busy as it always was these days. There was plenty of cargo coming in and going out, both legal, and not so legal. Some of the most lucrative cargo was moved by Altros Velar. It most likely comes as no surprise that a large quantity of this was of the illegal category.
Altros would ship most anything to most anywhere. Morals were a thing for the weak and the poor he would say to his son, Dalaric and he would say it often. Dalaric was to be Altros successor and he had grand plans for his ascension into the “merchant” life. For as with most men they want their sons to do better than he had done. Altros was no exception he had a plan that would raise Dalaric to the top of the shipping world and it would happen soon it the boy would just focus his energies in the right direction rather his son liked it or not.
Looking for his son Altros sent men to the docks. They would find Dalaric there no doubt they always did. He was never in the right place however. Dalaric was much more interested in going to Sea himself then he was in getting his father’s cargo there. They had argued this for years now his son professing his desire to sail at the age of 6 like any dad he just went along with him thinking he would outgrow it. Seven years later he had not only, not outgrown it but it had grown much stronger to the point that they fought about it constantly. There was no way his son would become a crewmember on any ship, his or otherwise. He was after all a Velar.
Today he told himself would be different today his son would listen to reason he would give up these foolish thoughts and take the steps he needed to prepare to run the shipping business. If not then it was time to take steps and make other arrangements. His health was not as good as it had once been and there were deals to be made. There were a few men that he was pretty sure he could mold correctly and he knew they would jump at the chance. Altros was correct about one thing today would indeed be different. Just not in the way he was planning for.
“Thirteen and still haven’t been on a crew” Jase poked Dal as he said it.” I am only a year older then you and have been to Sea six times already”. “What are you waiting for you old man to give you a ship, or can you not find a crew desperate enough to take you on?” “Screw you Jase I will go when I want to go and there isn’t a thing he can do about it.” “I just haven’t found a ship good enough to crew on!” “I’m not surprised you have been that many times though.” No one would want to take you out a second time!” The two continued to taunt each other as they sat overlooking the busy dock. They were perched under the awning of one of Dal’s father’s warehouses. The rain still coming down it was a comfortable enough spot to waste away the afternoon.
“You know as well as I do I could get on a ship right now if I wanted to", pointing toward the far side of the docks and the ship that was tied up there.” Jase looking at where he was pointing shook his head. “You stay far away from that one you hear me? I heard tell of that ship and wouldn’t wish a spot on her crew to my worst enemy.” Dal elbowed Jase “you know those tales are just a bunch of shite, there hasn’t been a Pirate ship in these waters for longer then you and I have been alive combined.” “Yeah well that’s not what I heard you just stay away from that end of the docks.”
Rain fell in steady sheets but still the gulls and other sea birds wheeled through the humid air over Matthews’s bay. The port at Zeltiva was busy as it always was these days. There was plenty of cargo coming in and going out, both legal, and not so legal. Some of the most lucrative cargo was moved by Altros Velar. It most likely comes as no surprise that a large quantity of this was of the illegal category.
Altros would ship most anything to most anywhere. Morals were a thing for the weak and the poor he would say to his son, Dalaric and he would say it often. Dalaric was to be Altros successor and he had grand plans for his ascension into the “merchant” life. For as with most men they want their sons to do better than he had done. Altros was no exception he had a plan that would raise Dalaric to the top of the shipping world and it would happen soon it the boy would just focus his energies in the right direction rather his son liked it or not.
Looking for his son Altros sent men to the docks. They would find Dalaric there no doubt they always did. He was never in the right place however. Dalaric was much more interested in going to Sea himself then he was in getting his father’s cargo there. They had argued this for years now his son professing his desire to sail at the age of 6 like any dad he just went along with him thinking he would outgrow it. Seven years later he had not only, not outgrown it but it had grown much stronger to the point that they fought about it constantly. There was no way his son would become a crewmember on any ship, his or otherwise. He was after all a Velar.
Today he told himself would be different today his son would listen to reason he would give up these foolish thoughts and take the steps he needed to prepare to run the shipping business. If not then it was time to take steps and make other arrangements. His health was not as good as it had once been and there were deals to be made. There were a few men that he was pretty sure he could mold correctly and he knew they would jump at the chance. Altros was correct about one thing today would indeed be different. Just not in the way he was planning for.
“Thirteen and still haven’t been on a crew” Jase poked Dal as he said it.” I am only a year older then you and have been to Sea six times already”. “What are you waiting for you old man to give you a ship, or can you not find a crew desperate enough to take you on?” “Screw you Jase I will go when I want to go and there isn’t a thing he can do about it.” “I just haven’t found a ship good enough to crew on!” “I’m not surprised you have been that many times though.” No one would want to take you out a second time!” The two continued to taunt each other as they sat overlooking the busy dock. They were perched under the awning of one of Dal’s father’s warehouses. The rain still coming down it was a comfortable enough spot to waste away the afternoon.
“You know as well as I do I could get on a ship right now if I wanted to", pointing toward the far side of the docks and the ship that was tied up there.” Jase looking at where he was pointing shook his head. “You stay far away from that one you hear me? I heard tell of that ship and wouldn’t wish a spot on her crew to my worst enemy.” Dal elbowed Jase “you know those tales are just a bunch of shite, there hasn’t been a Pirate ship in these waters for longer then you and I have been alive combined.” “Yeah well that’s not what I heard you just stay away from that end of the docks.”