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Oban/Harbour
Midday/Clear Skies
It was a perfect day for sailing. Captain Morgan Matsanga stood on the quarterdeck of his ship, simply watching the goings-on around his ship on the docks. He hated coming through Oban simply due to the high tolls he needed to pay and their security. In his line of work it was a massive risk. However his black flag was neatly hidden deep in the bowels of his ship and he had no illegal items onboard. Today was a rare day where he was actually doing honest work. His job was to transport some goods for a merchant and to also load up a few passengers who were going the same direction. Unfortunately both of those were taking their time.
He pushed himself off the rails and made his way to the boarding ramp. "How long 'till we are loaded up?" he called out to the harbourmaster. "Still going to be a while, captain, so I'd suggest you get comfortable." the man answered with a hint of annoyance in his voice. It wasn't the first time Morgan asked him and at this rate it wasn't going to be the last. "Can't you tell your workers to get deir asses in gear already?" he asked with frustration as he ran a hand over his face, however the man said nothing in return.
With a sigh Morgan turned and paced around the dock, studying the people walking past. A number of people finally seemed to have found his ship and booked their passage onboard. "Is dat all of de passengers?" he asked his quartermaster who was standing nearby with a clipboard in hand. "Still waiting on a few more, apparently." the man answered calmly as he checked the names off. "If dey're not here by de time dey are done loading, I'm sailing witout dem." he grumbled, glancing at some dock workers carrying a crate up onto his ship. "Well then they've got a lot of time, then." his quartermaster quipped with a smirk, earing an unimpressed glance from Morgan.
It was the truth, though. Luckily it seemed that the dock workers were nearly done with their job. He was anxious to get out of the city. The last thing he needed was for some of the authorities getting a little too nosey. He rested a hand on his saber's pommel while the other impatiently tapped against his leg.
Valdram
