Rira sat over looking the dock and wondered when the the ship would arrive and what condition it would be in. As these thoughts crossed his mind he rubbed his short scraggly beard and run his fingers through his thick dark hair wondering what his new crew would be like and more importantly what his First Mate will be like.
Rira liked to run a disciplined and hard working ship, but with a new crew you needed to earn respect from your crew before you could be their Captain.
As Rira pondered over this he sighed and took a long pull from his tankard and rocked back in his chair, staring thoughtfully out over the dock willing the ship to come faster.....
[ October 24, 2002: Message edited by: Adanedhel ]
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