The mariner begins his tale at the beginning; within the confines of a small inn in the port city of Pelargir.
The time was mid-autumn in the harbour town of Pelargir. I arrived only a moment before my friend. As he entered, he approached and we spoke.
I made my way toward the bar, not noticing yet that the inn was bereft of clients, something that should have alerted me to the curious nature of the night. Along the way, a posting caught my eye....
The poster was meant to entice the reader to the sea, to service, on some it had that effect. On others...
I raised my flagon and awaited the same of my friend. Our toast, however, was only the beginning of a harrowing event....
For in the back of the inn, Corsairs had set to plunder. Killing the innkeep after he dared ask them for payment for the drinks we now consumed....
There were no more words between us. The Corsairs drew blades and we fought. It were not luck that brought us through....
Was it in the commotion that the captain appeared? It was unclear. I only know that after the fight was done, there they were....