Editing Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Barbarossa/RP2

Upon Fissoan shores.... again?

A Familiar ship boards the Fissoan harbor. It takes awhile before you come up with the name, but anybody around these parts for some time remember its sight as soon as you see it. The old 'Joly Roger' sails into the harbor with a probably just as old, ragish Madinan flag hoisted high up its highest mast. As if a historic reenactment, its equally ragish captain proudly has is right boot on the board of the ship soaking up the fresh Fissoan air threw its dirty nostrils . The whole sight attracts the port master, a fat middle aged local who comes running, all-though it looks more like a sort of 'hoping', towards the ship.

Once it reaches the end of the pier, completely out of breath it attempts to scream, yet all that came out of his trout sounded more like a pigs squeel.

"Halt....! Stop...!! Wha... What... What is this?! Is this another joke? Who sent you! who... who are you?!"

As soon as the port master stuttered his last words, the ship reached the pier and its captain jumped off in one subtle movement. The features of the captain came more visible and it appeared to be a young, healthy ginger haired man with an enormous beard, dressed in simple cloth. He wore a saber to his side which he drew and softly pierced in the piers wooden planks, as to lean on it with both hands.

"Ay! Me name is Sir Barbarossa, son of father Abbot of Madina, 'n this.... is me ship! 'er joly roger!"

The port master was somewhat baffled but quickly geared his mind back into his daily routine.

"I don't care who you are, its a gold piece a day for a ship like that!"

Barbarossa laughed loudly and grabbed a few coins from his pouch and roughly placed them with one hand into that of the port masters.

"Now yer port masterness, tell me 'here me self may find 'is grace Lord Loathin, we're in search of an estate to suit 'r needs."

As the port master swiftly counts the coins his eyes widens a bit after which he replied. He was somewhat surprised by the size of Barbarossas pouch and the fact that he was actually a noblemen. 'in them cloth? i sweared it was a lunar, well coins never lie' he thought

"There now estates to find here... Sir..., there all full, you must look elsewhere, his grace is around you will find it not that hard to find him."

The port master opens his hand again and show the 7 coins to the captain.

"You got 7 days, or your 'joly roger' is mine, ye hear? You better cough more up if you don't want to lose her!"

Barbarossa looks the man in the eye, and laughs in reply as he walks off the pier straight into the city of Fissoa, without even the slightest attempt to dodge the fat man nearly knocking him off of his feet. "