I rolled the following stats. I'm not sure what they do, but they're mine.
Authority 80
Judgement 70
Intellect 75
Courage 54
Strength 43
For now, I'll be writing this in the form of journals.
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Feb 21, 1502
I woke up this morning well before dawn. What few posessions I had not sold to pay for ship and crew I packed in my bag and waited for the sun on the front porch.
The next few hours are mostly a blur of shock and disappointment, but the important parts stand clear. The agent I had hired to arrange the purchase of ship and recruitment of crew had greatly wronged me. I expected an ocean going vessel, and recieved a second-hand coast hugger, the ill-omened "Murdered".
I expected a crack crew of the best men alive. Instead I had ten oddly named people who were probably firebugs at the very least.
Spartan 117, a twitchy man whose first act upon setting foot aboard the ship was to grab a cannon and yell "MINE!". At least he's enthusiastic about that part of the job.
Zchris shook my hand and disappeared into the rigging. No one has seen him since, but a hammock was spotted attached to the main mast, so I assume he's still aboard
Bucha Canhao immediately stood out as the best dressed sailor in his bright red shirt. He should do fine.
Ewan White's an indecisive northman. I'll move him to whatever needs to be done when the time comes.
Dave Portsmith, Shades, and four other crewmen are on the roster and somehow snuck aboard without me noticing. More on them when I have it.
They're not a bad crew, all told. I set the lot of them to paint 'Miri' over "Murdered" on the ship's side while I went to the market to buy goods for trade. I returned shortly with workmen hauling our new cargo of sugar to find the crew arguing on deck about sorcery and curses. When I went to investigate, I learned that they had failed to rid the ship of its former name. I even tried painting over it, and within moments the paint had disappeared into the wood leaving "Murdered' still upon the hull.
We're doomed, aren't we?
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CHOICE:
NORTH or SOUTH?
We have a load of sugar that needs to be sold off. Do we head north around Europe, or south into the Mediterranean?