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Post by goliath on Jun 5, 2007 15:33:51 GMT
Druss lept back onto dry land and steadied himself, it had been a long journey, 13 hours on deck, most of it keeping a wary eye on the horizon for authorities. But that never happens, at least not to often. There was a call from the ship and Druss turned in time to grab a medium sized sack that was generously tossed to him. Grunting he began to pile the sacks, some clinked, most just dropped with a dull thud and a few made strange squashing sounds. Having finished his turn Druss went alone along the quay side, a few men were grunting their own loot sacks down too the ground while a few whores plyed their trade. One tryed to approach Druss but he sent her away, he was not a man for such things, he never had been, it was one of the few things that set him appart from other pirates. The red band on his arm seemed tighter now, probably because his arms were swollen from the heavy lifting involved in raiding 4 ships. But his fatigue didn't stop him from entering the nearest, good drinking hole...
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