Your Mission, If You Choose To Except It…
"It appears to me," Lucan said as he approached Vyle. "That you are an extremely capable fighter." A vicious smile enveloped Vyle's face, revealing his razor sharp fangs. "I am also aware you have a gift for sailing." The smile disappeared from Vyle's face as he remembered his childhood.
Flashback
A young Vyle Hassir, 8 years after the death of his parents was taken aboard a ship of sea-faring swashbucklers. They had taken Vyle in as a crew member and he instantly felt like he belonged. They were his new friends and his new family. They fed him. They taught him to fight. They taught him to sail. Sailing the seas was a life Vyle wished for after the loss of his original family. It was where he belonged. He even met Souris on that ship of hearty swashbucklers. They had hit it off right from the start and had been friends ever since. But, once Vyle reached his older seasons, he was left in Freeport of his own consent, along with Souris, to start a whole new life.
End Flashback
"Is something wrong my reptilian friend?" Lucan said, confusedly looking at Vyle.
"I'm fine." Vyle said hastily as he put a weak smile back on his face. "And yes, ya' heard right. I'm a decent sailor, I am."
"Good, then I have a little mission for you. You will need a ship of your own of course, and a crew. The mission I am sending you to complete is rather…deadly." Lucan turned towards his desk and picked up a phial and examined it. He set it back on the desk and turned again towards Vyle.
"There in which lies the problem Lucan. I have no ship and no crew."
"No fear, my scaly friend. I am sure you can find some money and some crew somewhere. Until that time, I guess I could give you a smaller task." Lucan smiled slyly.