#sailsstart

Fane liked busking. He got to see a collection of new faces as he played for spare change. He was doing well this month, having just gotten back from a stint on a ship. Fane didn't need the money. He just liked playing.

With the violin tucked under his chin, Fane played a lively melody, attracting people interested in hearing the piece. He smiled at them, moving with the beat to encourage some of the younger audience to dance. Children dancing was always a great draw for patrons.

After a few lively numbers, the crowd was starting to wane, so Fane took a moment to rest for the next wave of patrons. He sat down to empty the cup of coins and glanced up. "I'll be back to it in a bit, just resting the chin," he said, noticing the shadow blocking out some of the light.

she’d been singing nearly the entire night, keeping spirits high and the alcohol flowing as people shrugged their worries off at the door. but even she needed to take a break, and luckily she was not wanting for something to drink. if her mum could see her now, she’d be shaking her head as moira downed glasses of beer and ale in quick succession. her face screwed up at the strong taste of something that definitely wasn’t beer.

Clem gave a sigh, shrugging as she looked down at the person she’d just knocked unconscious slumped on the floor. “I guess I made a bad call, but I have no idea what I could have done differently.”

It was not something he much minded. After all, when alone Jahandar had time to think, to plan, to reminisce. He could pass time quite easily when left to his own thoughts, though he could also grow bitter when left to memories. Home – so far away - clung to him like barnacles to the keel. Thus, when a presence arrived at his side he did not wish it away, but welcomed it closer.

“Are you enjoying the sea air?” he asked the other, casting them a long glance from the corner of his eye. “I find it soothing, if salty.”

Ivan hated hauling things to and from the ship, but well, someone had to do it. Plus, it was an excuse to *not to deal with some of the recruitment proceedings. Ivan wasn't a fan of recruiting in a pirate port. But they were desperate, he knew.

So instead, Ivan would haul crates and supplies. It was better that way. He stopped after getting back to the supplies and wiped at his brow when he felt like he was being watched. Looking around, Ivan found the source and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Like what you see? Or do you want a handout?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Location:  Nassau, Tavern

"I’d think twice about releasing me. That is if you had any intention of keeping your hand” Kennedy hissed her threat to the stranger as she attempted to loosen his grip on her whilst trying not to draw attention to them. Her hand drifted to her hip where her small blade was usually hidden, only to find it missing and her heart to lurch. She had only wanted to have a quiet drink, hoping to over hear any information on the new arrivals, though this time it appeared that she had made the mistake of listening in on the wrong people and they hadn’t been as drunk and unobservant as she had originally thought.