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GM SCENE
The man approached by de Courcy indicates a ship moored at the dock, apparently preparing to depart. It’s appears to be a well-maintained ship of moderate size, bluff in the bows and broad of beam. The exclusively square-rigged sails and rounded keel makes it apparent that it is a ship designed primarily for cargo capacity and downwind sailing; it would be a very awkward beast on a tight reach.
As de Courcy climbs aboard, the lookout at the masthead shout-whispers to a man standing amidships. “Mickies on the way, Exec!”. The man on deck appears alarmed, and begins issuing orders for the crew to single up all lines and raise the gangplank.
“Another of Aronn’s men? Your mates are down below; it’d be best if you joined them down there until we’re clear of this mess.”
[PLAYER CUE: Wotcha all doing? Below-deck folks: what are you up to? de Courcy: head below, or something else?]
