45th day of Summer 493 th AV 11th Bell 18th chime
He was just a young man at the time, perhaps the age of 16, standing at 5'7" he had yet reached his prime height. His hair was much larger than it was formerly, the dirty blond hair was like a great mane similar to that of a lion. He wore a sleeveless white shirt , gray trousers and old boots, constant wear having worn out the soles. The weather was unbearably hot but there was no rest for the wicked, especially in Sunberth where the wicked make their home. The young brawler was, at the time, a dockhand. He was one of the many simple laborers that tried to itch out a hard living simply to survive, not only for himself, but for his mother whose health is failing her.
As mentioned previously, the weather was unbearably hot this day as he and some other bloke carried a hefty rectangular crate from off the ship, he from behind with his fingers grasping the edges of the damnable thing from the bottom while the bloke carried it from the other side on his back. Kreig wondered what the contents were to make this petched thing so heavy but didn't ask the ship's captain what it was, knowing that it was most likely some stolen plunder from a trade ship Or just say it wasn't even my petching business like the stingy bastard he was The captain of this ship was no stranger to Kreig, at least job wise that is, every 30 to 60 days he'd be back at the docks after a period of sailing Laviku's waters, either to stock up, drop off some cargo or both.
The captain was at the helm of the ship, looking down upon Kreig and the other dock hands while his sailors kept yakking at them to move quicker. After dropping off the crate near the warehouse, he and the other man quickly made their way back to ship to continue with the process of bringing down the cargo from the sloop ship. As they boarded the ship again through the use of the ramp, Kreig noted something that had been itching his brain Didn't the bastard have more men than this?
Indeed, the captain was a successful individual in his illicit trade. He could have easily afforded a full crew and indeed had a full crew, yet this time it seems he had much less. Kreig's eyes wandered about as he approached the next bit of cargo, a single barrel that he could carry on his back Though I'm going to regret that.... He thought gloomily as he turned his back to it and crouched down on his knees, moving his arms back and around the barrel. He tilted it forward on his back while his fingers quickly made their beneath its rim and lifted the heavy thing "Ooooooff" The damnable thing was just as heavy as the crate, he didn't know what its contents were but it could have been some extra provisions the lot didn't need or 'liberated' from another crew. Kreig eyes roamed once more before moving forward with the barrel and mentally took some more notes The bloody ship is damaged More than it should be in fact.
Parts of the deck seemed to be covered in dry blood; some of the floor boards were broken in twine as well and if he Kreig would borther to lift his head, he'd have noticed the furled up sail was slightly loose. The obvious conclusion was that these bastards must have had a rough battle despite their haul This is worriesome.... The captain could very well be looking for more crew members.... and some of them didn't have to be willing at all. Kreig decided it was best to get this done quick as he walked down the ramp with the barrel in tow, quickly dropping it off to the warehouse Best stay out of the Drunken Sailor too if its what I think it is...huh?
Kreig suddenly saw that the earth was coming up to him before the world turned pitch black....It was exactly as he thought.
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He was just a young man at the time, perhaps the age of 16, standing at 5'7" he had yet reached his prime height. His hair was much larger than it was formerly, the dirty blond hair was like a great mane similar to that of a lion. He wore a sleeveless white shirt , gray trousers and old boots, constant wear having worn out the soles. The weather was unbearably hot but there was no rest for the wicked, especially in Sunberth where the wicked make their home. The young brawler was, at the time, a dockhand. He was one of the many simple laborers that tried to itch out a hard living simply to survive, not only for himself, but for his mother whose health is failing her.
As mentioned previously, the weather was unbearably hot this day as he and some other bloke carried a hefty rectangular crate from off the ship, he from behind with his fingers grasping the edges of the damnable thing from the bottom while the bloke carried it from the other side on his back. Kreig wondered what the contents were to make this petched thing so heavy but didn't ask the ship's captain what it was, knowing that it was most likely some stolen plunder from a trade ship Or just say it wasn't even my petching business like the stingy bastard he was The captain of this ship was no stranger to Kreig, at least job wise that is, every 30 to 60 days he'd be back at the docks after a period of sailing Laviku's waters, either to stock up, drop off some cargo or both.
The captain was at the helm of the ship, looking down upon Kreig and the other dock hands while his sailors kept yakking at them to move quicker. After dropping off the crate near the warehouse, he and the other man quickly made their way back to ship to continue with the process of bringing down the cargo from the sloop ship. As they boarded the ship again through the use of the ramp, Kreig noted something that had been itching his brain Didn't the bastard have more men than this?
Indeed, the captain was a successful individual in his illicit trade. He could have easily afforded a full crew and indeed had a full crew, yet this time it seems he had much less. Kreig's eyes wandered about as he approached the next bit of cargo, a single barrel that he could carry on his back Though I'm going to regret that.... He thought gloomily as he turned his back to it and crouched down on his knees, moving his arms back and around the barrel. He tilted it forward on his back while his fingers quickly made their beneath its rim and lifted the heavy thing "Ooooooff" The damnable thing was just as heavy as the crate, he didn't know what its contents were but it could have been some extra provisions the lot didn't need or 'liberated' from another crew. Kreig eyes roamed once more before moving forward with the barrel and mentally took some more notes The bloody ship is damaged More than it should be in fact.
Parts of the deck seemed to be covered in dry blood; some of the floor boards were broken in twine as well and if he Kreig would borther to lift his head, he'd have noticed the furled up sail was slightly loose. The obvious conclusion was that these bastards must have had a rough battle despite their haul This is worriesome.... The captain could very well be looking for more crew members.... and some of them didn't have to be willing at all. Kreig decided it was best to get this done quick as he walked down the ramp with the barrel in tow, quickly dropping it off to the warehouse Best stay out of the Drunken Sailor too if its what I think it is...huh?
Kreig suddenly saw that the earth was coming up to him before the world turned pitch black....It was exactly as he thought.
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