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[gredya]

((OOC: Warning for some (not-gory) dead animals!!))

Gredya comes in with a sack slung over her shoulder and looks around for Hannibal Lecter. He's not immediately apparent: but she has come prepared. While the children were rounding up dinner, she had sat with her notebook and pencil and textbook and produced one of the first Wyr written documents. She'd had to guess about the spelling for the name.

Ganibal Leckter. You cook? Gredya.

The note is pinned to the bag with a long slim thorn. Having placed it on the Bar and glared fiercely at anyone nearby who looked like they might take it, she retreats to a less middle-of-the-room spot to work ahead on another reading lesson. And to make sure no one takes the bag. She can easily bring another ibis, but the pair of flying snakes had struck even Gredya as unusual.

Not talking like a pirate, nope!

[death_gone_mad]

A rather Egyptian looking sailing ship cruises into the Caribbean inlet. The ship only looks Egyptian to a certain point though; the rest looks more like a Greek warship than something similar to the 18th century ships that usually sail into here. The winds are good, so its sails are unfurled and the oars at its side are still.

Those that have very good hearing might have noticed a female voice bellowing out to someone on the ship, "Mehen! You had better remember how we got here! Pull the ship around and dock at the jetty and then write down everything you remember about getting here. I want a map."

The ship docks at the jetty, and only a red-headed woman, dressed in purple, disembarks. "Sodpu," she calls up to one of the sailors, "you are in charge. When Mehen is done, pull out into deeper water but don't lose sight of the shore. And if you spot a mermaid, I trust you know enough not to become mermaid food? Don't tell her stories or teach her songs. Mermaids are good eating, but sailors are too. Especially if they have been soaking in rum," she warns. "I am going to see if anyone here is interested in trade. Watch for my signal."

Four years have passed since Lucien's attack on Varrock and the Keli Raven Sarah Black that disembarked and is headed over to the bar looks much closer in age to the Sarah Black that first showed up here years ago.

She is still the same Amascut, though.

[ooc: catch her outside or inside, just indicate the location. She'll wonder around a bit so don't feel you are too out of the way.]

croissant happy hour

[herr_bookman]

"...but still will keep"--and here a pause--"a bower quiet for us, and a sleep," Autor recites. "Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.*"

The boy pats Bar, bidding her a goodnight before he hops over the counter. He takes a few moments to take secret things out of his sylladex and to review his list. Then he writes a message on the blackboard in neat, flowing script:

Croissants with Surprise Fillings
All Vegetarian
Unfilled Also Available
He sets his blue, twenty-sided die on the counter, and waits for the first customer.

*Endymion: Book I, by John Keats

But EVERY day's... oh, never mind.

[jackdaws_master]

Some people, when they take harm from another ship's guns, grow angry and bitter and swear terrible vengeance upon everyone who ever sailed under that nation's flag.

They are not Edward. Time spent on vengeance is time spent not making money. Vengeance is for people who haven't got an Observatory to find.

"Bugger, this wasn't supposed to be here... well, small harm; if I could get something to wash out a few injuries with, and a proper drink for after, you'd find me grateful."

He figures he'll probably catch those Spaniards another day, and take his chances with them then.