[Flynt]

Richard Thompson
Global Mercenaries (Nomade, GTS+)
Starwisher Sea --> Coast of Defender Island
Affected RPers: Dragonwish2, Dan Magnus, Rufa, (Prospectively Almost Easy)

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So they were continuing with his brother's plan. The way to ensure the "stability of Nomade on the new continent." Favorable winds (They were always favorable, if a little weak), had allowed the fluyt Rising Sun to make good time across the ocean. If Richard had followed the Sextant properly (Marco was the navigator, but he had been learning), then they should be coming up on Defender Island.

They wouldn't be stopping there. No, they would be rounding the island and heading into the bay beyond. From cartography that had been done on previous expeditions, they knew that what they were searching for was on Prophet Island, further west. The tallest point in Kibou. On it, one of the seven cities of gold, Zerua. That was the rumor at least, but like hell they weren't following it.

Inside the city was something they wanted. A Compass, that could point to whatever the wielder desired. The Compass's power was the doorway to the other six cities. Again, according to rumors. If this power existed, then they, as citizens of Nomade, could not allow it to fall into anyone's hands but their own.

But Richard was worried. Without Marco, they were not as well oiled a machine as they used to be. They were doing what the Floatzel would have wanted, or at least Richard was. But he wasn't captain, he was too young. He was the Executive Officer, so theoretically he ran the ship. The Buizel was worried, however, the smell of mutiny was in the air. The other crew members could take control at any moment, especially now that their goal was close.

"I see land!" came the call from the Crow's Nest.

Defender Island was only miles away. Now the show truly began. They had the food and water to make it to the coast of Prophet Island, and they would resupply after returning from Zerua. There was no alcohol on this ship, there hadn't been any to start. A number of the crew had voiced displeasure at that, but the promise of a bottomless bag and an endless supply of rum, should they get the Compass, had kept them placated for the most part. But now it was time to see if their loyalties laid with Richard.

"Turn starboard, follow the coast but don't get too close," he called to the helm as the island came poking over the horizon. "Keep the wind at our backs, and watch for rocks and hostile ships!"