The following evening, a call was heard that that the boat was entering the port of the pirate town of norg. The mithra sat alone in the captains quarters, looking around the room at the various pictures and trophies of his plunders. She spotted a writing desk with some papers on it in the corner of the room and got up to inspect it. She moved the papers around finding nothing and Moving on to the drawer on the front of the desk. The Mithra spotted something odd at the bottom a piece of blood red ribbon seemingly coming from nowhere. She reached in the drawer tugging on the ribbon making a false bottom of the drawer pop up revealing a diary. "could this tell me about who he is, or what he is..." Thought the mithra. She searched through the beginning of the diary and found an interesting entry.

May 14,

"It's been ages since i made the deal that sealed my fate

to a life of nocturnal activities and piracy. I was a

Distinguished Commander of the junoan navy.

Had a fleet of my own, many medals and a love of my

life... It all started when i lost her to the bastokan blight

epidemic. Next i had my rank stripped of me and

demoted to captain. It was all a downward spiral

that ended with our floatila being ambushed during a

Routine patrol of the bastore straight. My ship was

Separated from the rest.. swept out by some unseen force

then it happened. We struck a reef as we began to sink i

saw him. a dark figure that offered me a way out of this

hell in return for my personal service and allegiance.

i agreed and the lives of my men were lost forever.

while mine was forever preserved. I could not help but

think of my lost love, i see so much of her in the captive

we took yesterday off of the junoan bound ship.

although it may seem odd i believe i am falling in love

with her. we are norg bound i hope to hand her off to

my master before any more of these thoughts or feelings

are had."

Captain "Hexagun" Sedition

She hears a noise near the door. The mithra quickly closes the book and hides it back in the false bottom and closes the drawer, walking back over to the bed and sitting down. The door opens wide there in the candlelight stands The man who has been taking care of her. He stood at least two or three feet taller than her, white hair pulled back in a ponytail under a red bandanna and corsair tricorne. His body was adorned in a black aketon that made him look very formal and official. Purple and black pants topped with a sash that held a black hexagun to his waist and black boots that looked like those of a junoan naval officer completed his attire, to make this man look dashing and yet, very intimidating. He smiled at her from the doorway with a slight grin. "Were now docking in norg love, looks like the end of your journey.". He quietly backs up closing the door.