"Just ignore th' brawl, it'll be done in but a flick." said the pirate, putting his leather boots up on the table. "Now, what be a respect'ble chap like yeh'self doin' on this here isle 'o' bucaneers, eh?" The knight straightened, brushed the grimy hand of the pirate off his shoulder. "Ah...Captain....I come as an envoy of His Majesty, the King Renthar III of Taseman Kingdom on the mainland, in search of a...privateer crew for an errand of royal importance. Would you be the man known as....Eh, Penguin?" he said, waving away the drifting smoke. The pirate's gloved hand fiddled with the colorful Maomer-made beads at the hem of his tattered coat. "Aye, I be he. Now, here's th' business. Yeh' be needin' a crew 'o' scallywags such as the likes 'o' me fer' some king's tally. I be needin' me crewman, Jack Threetoes, out 'o' the hole in Suldenport, yeh' savvy?" said the pirate, leaning over the table so that it became clear that this was no ordinary pirate, but a talking penguin.
((OOC: Jack Threetoes is reserved for Umbra, by agreement. So don't play as him, yeh' savvy?))