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[Haspen]

How about a choice

[notquitethere]

B, what time would we expect to return if we stopped at Aridias or Palovilas first?

[Haspen]

"What time would we expect to return if we stopped at Aridias or Palovilas first?" The Navigator taps his chin thoughtfully.

"I wager at least 5 days to Aridias, then another 5 from Aridias to Palovilas. If we go to Palovilas right now, the winds will carry us there easily and it might be as little as 1 day difference to sailing straight to St.Maria."

A) "Thank you, our next port shall be... (insert port name here)!"
B) "Wait, what about... (insert topic here)?"

[Kashyyk]

B - Let's go back to the Market and pick up some more Cargo.

We can then sail for Palovilas. I don't think the extra ten days travel via Aridias will be worth it

[notquitethere]

Agreed on both counts.

[Maximum Spin]

Sounds reasonable.

[Haspen]

"Let's go back to the market for the time being, to fill our cargo as much as possible before we set sail."

The Purser and the First Mate soon join you on the second trip to the Pointas market, and its keeper shows you the update inventory of goods they're selling.

Blackspice: 95 Coffers (>5 SL) priced 790 Ducats each.
Crimsonpeel: 140 Coffers (7 SL) priced 570 Ducats each.
Puffcloth: 95 Barrels (19 SL) priced 2050 Ducats each.
Spicebark: 120 Coffers (6 SL) priced 160 Ducats each.
Sugar: 110 Sacks (11 SL) priced 65 Ducats each.

Pointas Market is currently buying Old World Textiles and Alcohols at Company Value.

A) "We shall buy... (insert trade good here)"
B) Consult the Ledger!

[Kashyyk]

Sailing from Palovilas -> St Maria -> Westeros -> Azuria -> Lusia will take us 26 days. Probably a few more. So I think my earlier estimates are still accurate.

So let's A Buy 43 Coffers of Spicebark and 12 Coffers of Crimsonpeel.

[King Zultan]

So let's A Buy 43 Coffers of Spicebark and 12 Coffers of Crimsonpeel.

+1

[brewer bob]

So let's A Buy 43 Coffers of Spicebark and 12 Coffers of Crimsonpeel.

+1

+1 to that, so

A Buy 43 Coffers of Spicebark and 12 Coffers of Crimsonpeel.

[Haspen]

"Forty-three coffers of Spicebark and twelve coffers of Crimsonpeel."

"Right away, sir." The Purser says and scribbles in his ledger. "For a total of thirteen thousand seven hundred twenty Ducats, Captain."

"And now, Captain?" The First Mate asks as the Purser finalizes the deal with the market keeper.

A) "And now we go back to our ship and sail to... (insert port here)!"
B) "Let's trade some... (insert trade good here)"
C) Consult the Ledger.

[Kashyyk]

And now we sail for Palovilas!

[brewer bob]

A Palovilas

[King Zultan]

A Palovilas

[Haspen]

"And now we go back to our ship and sail to Palovilas!"

"Aye sir!"

Within few hours, the ship unfurls its sails and leaves Pointas behind, setting course for Palovilas!

15th Midwinter

Hour before sunrise

North of Pointas, Coast of Columbia

You don't sleep well since that last monster-related incident, so when someone knocks on the door to your cabin, you spring to life immediately.

"What is it?"

The door creaks open, and a dark silhouette steps peeks.

"Captain?" You recognize the First Mate's voice.

"What trouble befalls us this time?"

"Two. There's two of them, Captain... the mermaids!" You listen in to that haunting noise, but don't hear anything this time. You pull your jacket over your shoulders and walk towards the door, and join the First Mate on the deck, ducking when he does. He leads you up the stairs onto the quarterdeck, when the Gunner, Mr.Schmidt, is peering over the woodwork.

You do the same.

And you see two of those elongated necks and horrible round heads. These ones are silent, and are definitely trailing the Santa Julia, at a long, safe distance.

And then you hear the Gunner hiss in air through his teeth.

_{"Herr Kapitan, look! A third one!!"} He points starboard and you peek in that direction, and indeed - a third mermaid has reared her ugly head from the waters, and is following your ship on parallel course.

_{"We shouldn't have shot the first one, Captain!}" The First Mate whispers with panicked voice, then kisses his thumb. _{"Goddess protect, we're doomed otherwise!"}

A) _{"These ones keep their distance, and so do we! Continue on course, and inform the crew to be ready for trouble!"}
B) _{"These ones keep their distance, and so do we! Continue on course, and keep this from others, lest they panic and sow fear!"}
C) _{"We've scared away one of them, we can scare away a few more! Mister Schmidt, get the cannons ready!"}