Captain Garin of the Black Pawkeet was seated in the Golden Dubloon slowly drinking a bottle of whisky as he waited for his crew to file into the bar ready to go. His ship was waiting in the harbor and his crew was loading her with provisions. Food, drink, cannonballs, that sort of stuff. After the Marqua incident Garin had taken his ship and generally looted his little heart out. There was that Merchant ship from The Lost Desert, The chief of a a native tribe living on an island just off of Scurvy Island, And of cource the sloop from Meridell intent on capturing and hanging not only the crew of the Black Pawkeet but the captain as well. That ship had gotten away but this didn't really bother Garin. He got back to Krawk Island and repaired his ship, between the merchants and the sloop The Black Pawkeet had some sizeable holes in her, and spent the rest of his loot on food drink and pleasantries. Now once again his money was beginning to run out. That's one reason his ship was being loaded with provisions and getting ready to sail again. The other was that he simply was getting bored. Just then the door to the tavern opened and in came a red Kyrii snapping Garin out of his reverie. It was Jacques, Garin's first mate.
"Captain" Jacques said "The ship's ready to sail"
"She's loaded?" Garin inquired.
"Aye" Jacques replied
"You've checked for any leaks or hazards?" Garin asked, "We don't want her sinking a few miles off Krawk Island?"
"No leaks, cap'n" Jacques replied, "She's safe and ready to sail."
"Alright I'll be out in a minute," Garin said as Jacques left. Garin got up, paid the barman and headed out to the harbor to his ship. I'd better come up with some money on this trip He thought I've only got one dubloon and five neopoints left
Garin walked down to the harbor. It was a nice day a cool autumn breeze blew from the south spraying salty sea air onto the docks and there docked in the harbor was The Black Pawkeet in all its glory. It was a magnificent ship, one of the fastest in Neopia. It had black sails and a skeleton on its bow and flying high above was Garin's jolly roger, the famous skull and crossbones that made merchant's blood run cold. Garin quickly checked the ship over just to make sure she had been fixed properly, you could never be too careful. Finding nothing he climbed aboard.
"All hands on deck!" He called to his crew. Almost immediately his crew, which consisted of about thirty pets, scampered aboard the ship and prepared to sail out. "Jacques" He called out "Take the wheel, Castor, man the crows nest. Raise the anchor lower the sails, we're off." Garin went up to the bow and watched as the ship sailed out of Krawk Harbor and into the open ocean, the elation that comes whenever he started a journey running through his veins.