I wondered into a Tavern the other evening, it wasn't the finest I've ever found though they had... well, they had ale. Upon entry I made my way to the bar and took a seat, order my drink, and went about my notes from a class I had earlier upon the art of Alchemy. It was a good class, teacher was a slight boring, though fair.
A few drinks in a man came in, smelling more foul than a dog left out in the rain for weeks. I cringed slightly at the sight of the man and sadly, I believe that was what obtained his attention. The fellow made his way to the stool right beside me; even though the rest were near empty. Smiling a toothy grin he looked down upon me, “Good evening, boy.” he chuckles, his breath was horrid and I nearly fainted. Smiling I nodded, stuttering, “Good Evening, sir.” that made him laugh
After a few drinks the man looked back to me, raising a brow, “So, lad, ye' ever 'ear the tale o' the Crimson Scourge?” he asks as he takes in a long drink, “I use ta be a 'and on the deck o' that ship. What a beauty she was, dark red and cutting through waves.” he turns his head up, seeming to remember the ship. I moved to speak though before I could the man began again, “Not only that, blessed with a Captain who some say even spoke to the Goddess Ylessa 'erself!”
My eyes shot open wide! I had never heard of anyone speaking to a god before! I was stuck from this point on, horrid smell aside The man nodded his head and begin to speak again, “I be said that one night a storm hit the seas, the Scourge in the middle o' it.” he man frowned, “Captain Trygon Avoura was the first ta make it to the deck.” he pauses and leans over, “And the last.”
I held up my hand to stop the man and began to ask him a question but before I could he continued, “He moved along the deck an tried ta gather the men, though none came, he kept screaming for them, but he was drowned out by the waves.” he then motions upwards, “Then a wave 'it, takin the man to 'es knees.” he leans over and takes another swig from his cup, “An then the good Captain looked upward ta see another comin down, large enough to take the Scourge whole.” he wides widen and he holds his arms out to the side. I have to admit, at this point I couldn't look away.
Becoming quite the man leans in, “Though when the captain opened 'es eyes he noticed that the wave had completely stopped jus a before it crashed into the ship. Nothin moved, nothin made a noise but the Captain 'emself.” at that my eyes grew wide, nothing can stop the flow of water... especially when its that big!
“Captain Avoura made it to his knees when 'e 'eard noticed somethin moving. Just before the wave mist began to form into the shape of a beautiful woman.” the man placed his hand on his chest and looked off in a loving gaze, “It was the spirit o' Ylessa.” he smiles as he leans forward again, “She looked to the knelt man and said these simple words....” he pauses and smiles, “'Captain Avoura...' she began 'the sea will never let you die...'” at those words I nearly fell out of my seat, that is wonderious.
Smiling the man began to wave his hands before him as if he were wiping something away, “An she vanished in the same way she came. Captain Avoura closed his eyes an 'e said when 'e opened them the sea was calm an not a cloud in the sky.” sighing the man nods his head, “Was a good Captain Indeed.”
After a short while of talking to this man it hit me, what I was going to ask him at the beginning of the story, “Sir?” I began, “Isn't this Captain Trygon Avoura a Pirate?
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