To Borvados then Payment

Getting out of there wasn't easy as they tried to slowly turn around. Although they were not close enough to mainland or islands they still had to be cautious of high reefs and shallow waters. For several minutes they tried turning around one way but gave up forced to maneuver the other way. Turning the ship around was a slow process because of the Abomination's size and length. One would think she was a battleship, a small battleship. Inaleth had to back up the large vessel with the scene of killing Gantronese and Uxane Renegades shrinking as they went away. Jenere had come across or had run ins with many dangers from blood thirsty raiders who would be mostly cannibalistic, predators of the sea to pissed off invading empires. Having traveled all over the seas Jenere's experience brought him through many dangers. He heard stories of the dead rising, vampires, demons, and the Vearxalls of Aliscar Razdor. Such stories were not heeded by him as he was too busy raiding, boarding, sinking ships, and avoiding the law of many states, and kingdoms.

However this type of undead was new to him. These unknown lands were said to consist almost unlimited horrors. Sure there were the savage tribes, and hostile natives along with beasts and dangerous predators. Some stories say there are civilizations like Kilscar Orvain that dotted the southern parts and a few kingdoms in the mountains. What the tales never told you was this concept of the dead rising from the earth from just a little blood spilled. Some form of dark magic had to be at work here or a curse upon these shores. Jenere had seen Zhenrai Knights before and heard of their powers, which did scare people. Considering they could summon specific spirits, and control them. The fact that these Zhenrai Knights could control certain ancestors or spirits gave priests the edge to ward people away from fearing them.

Jenere checked to see if Sophine was doing okay. He searched his quarters only to find it empty except for the furniture. This seemed unusual for her, Sophine would often be in his quarters. In the center of the room wedged against the wall was his low bed, to the right was his wardrobe, and dresser full of clothes. On the left side of his room Jenere had a few portraits of his family and landscapes. Below the portraits sat his large chest and working desk filled and littered with letters, charts, Atlas' and records of ship movements. He checked the right and left sides again before leaving to search her quarters. She was not there either.

For several minutes he searched for her all over the stern of the ship. He asked none of the crew members even though they might have seen her. Jenere searched other parts of the ship but never found her until he came to the mess hall. Sophine sat at one of the tables with her head down on it holding a half empty bottle of rum. She looked dead at first from the way she did not move. Scared that she might not show any signs of life Jenere walked up to her. He touched her on the arm causing her to stir a little bit. She was breathing normally, but had passed out drunk. He didn't know how long she had been like this. Sophine's breathing appeared steady as she was asleep and not drunk.

He checked to see if Sophine vomited or not. With one arm he pulled her up from the table leaning her body back in the chair. She was upright, but her own head tilted back. There were no signs that she vomited just splashes of rum on her clothes, the chair, floor and table. Jenere gave out a sigh realizing the though of being in these Unknown Lands got to her worse that it did him. He then proceeded to lift her up in his arms. Picking her up was easy and getting her into bed would be a breeze. She was light for him to carry and did not squirm or even move as he carried her in his arms. In no hurry Jenere carried her to her own quarters where he took her clothes off and dressed her in a robe to sleep in.

Once he tucked her in Jenere left the swordsman-officer. Closing the door quietly Jenere went to the crew's quarters. He passed several crew members who saluted him as he came through the corridors. Here he spotted a skinny looking crew mate who had a half orc, and half goblin appearance. This crew member was often found in the storage section of the second deck. His name was Cliff, but his crew mate name was Ugly Gurk to the whole crew.

“Cliff is it?” Jenere asked him getting the crew member's attention. The crew member looked over at him.

“Yes, but most called me Ugly Gurk, Captain sir.” The half orc, half goblin replied to his Captain. Jenere was about to speak when the half breed saluted to him. “Captain I know we are privateers now yet our piracy days brought us loot and nice ladies. I haven't had a nice set of lips on me for some time.”

As a pirate Jenere considered this as a means to bring morale back to his crew. It had been a while since they raided a few ships. He looked at the crew member wondering if the Vestrisians would allow them to raid the seas soon. Jenere thought about what Cliff said before turning down an offer from a fellow crew member.

“Where is Brucs located?” Jenere asked Cliff.

“He is actually in the wardroom, no he is in the ship's engineer's office.” Cliff replied to his Captain.

“Thanks Cliff I will head over there and I will not forget to see the crew is rewarded.” Jenere replied to the half breed then rushed towards the direction of the engineer's office. Their engineer's office was located near the center of the Abomination behind the radar room, and the command bridge. Heading over to engineers brought him through the work shop, and empty space above the fire rooms, which sat behind the engine room. Through this empty space he came to the medical storeroom, a passage, battery charging room that had smaller boat engines along the walls, the laundry room, and the galley kitchen. Due to the Abomination's size there was enough room for other rooms and extra storage space. Past the galley he came to a set of open spaces and a passage.

Here he found the engineer's office along the side of the passage. Bruc's voice echoed in the passage. The two goblin scientists voices also echoed in the passage. He did not know what was said between them, but it was certainly not an argument. As Captain he would be told this eventually yet not a single word came to him earlier about this. Whatever they were talking about it sounded more like idle talk between goblins. The scientist name Eesnec had his arms crossed discussing how they managed to connect two ships. When Jenere approached the pair of goblins they cut the conversation short as if it had been interrupted. With their conversation put to an abrupt end the two goblins turned their attention to their Captain. Both of them held their gaze onto Jenere.

“Yes Captain, what do you need?” the goblins asked the captain simultaneously. His focus was mostly on Brucs.

“I am surprised we have more crew members. Did more of your fellow crew members join us?” Jenere asked Brucs who raised both eyebrows not expecting to surprise the Captain.

“Yes we did Captain, the Vestrisians had zero room for us nor were any of them going to another port soon.” Brucs answered his new Captain.

“Since I already have a Quarter Master you will be my new Boatswain.” Jenere said to the fat goblin.

“Thank you Captain Jenere, I mean Captain Omavern sir.” Brucs exclaimed happily shaking his hand.

“You are welcome Boatswain Brucs. How are the new guests doing?” Jenere asked him.

“They are still a little shaken from the ambushes and the dead coming back to life. A few of them seem to be snapping out of it. Another one has the ability to speak normal while several are babbling on about some red cloaked figure who led the Gantronese. Whatever or whoever it was it spooked them pretty good.” Brucs said to his Captain.

“Did they give their names?” Jenere asked the Boatswain.

“Several of them did sir in fact five of them gave me their names. Goren, Ollie, Renton, Lynx, and Jess are the ones you should talk to. If you need any more information those five should be stable minded enough to ask.” Brucs explained to his Captain.

“Where can I find them?” Jenere asked Brucs.

“They should be in the crew's quarters closer to the bow. I swear Captain you vessel is the size of a battle ship, a fortress of its own!” Brucs claimed in a bewildered voice. The Goblin Boatswain looked up and down then around his surroundings in the empty hall.

“I'd prefer if was considered a mansion size, but alas I am a pirate whose ship is a mixture of two vessels.” Jenere exaggerated, bragging about his ship and how he wanted it to be. He left the Goblin Boatswain thinking of seizing another a ship, a fancier ship. On his way to the other crew's quarters that was still considered extra space Jenere plotted to do some more raiding on the seas. In his mind he planned to see if there were any kingdoms or factions within the invader's empire that had ships he could raid and seize.

He passed through multiple sections of the ship before reaching the crew's quarters. Due to the extensions made the crew's quarters was enlarged in the bow sections. There was enough room for a hundred men. Inside the expanded section hung hammocks, bunks lined along the walls and in straight lines or columns attached to the floor and ceiling. The bunks were also grouped together with enough space in between each grouping. It was almost empty save for the pirates they rescued, all huddled together, and a handful of crew members tending to them.

Jenere approached the first few bunks and hammocks drawing attention to him. He did not bother looking around the room seeing most of the crew were absent and the rest scattered all over the room. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a female crew member getting humped by two crew mates. The Captain ignored them only to see a group of crew members playing a game of dice. He casually walked through with eyes on him. As he got to the huddle mass of rescued privateers their heads looked up at him. More than half of them started to snap out of it. Whatever had them spooked to the point of insanity and trauma had affected their speech. Their eyes looked tired and still scared of what they witnessed and experienced. Jenere just assumed it was from being in the Unknown Lands. He looked at all these faces with the five names in his head Ollie, Renton, Goren, Lynx, and Jess. Nearly fifty three pirates he rescued had their eyes on him, a captain and now a Privateer.

“I am looking for some members of your crew. Is Lynx, Renton, Jess, Ollie, and Goren among you?” He asked these traumatized crew of pirates.

Five members stood up among their crew members. Two females and three males approached the Captain of the ship that rescued them. An orc of unfamiliar origins with small horns, a half goblin nearly as tall as a human, two elves one with dark hair and the other a blonde, and a Zedirian who was a mix of three different races, elf, Puck, and Gudo. The orc wore shark skin vest like jacket over a dark blue shirt, gray pants and thick iron/hide boots. Next to the orc stood the Zedirian wearing he sailor's striped shirt, dark colored trousers made from endurable materials and rubbery shoes. He did not wear a cap on his head. On the right stood the female elf crew members. The dark haired one donned a red striped long sleeved shirt under a harness and a thick vest for a jacket, tight fit pants and knee high boots. Her blonde counterpart or fellow crew mate had a white tunic-shirt revealing her cleavage, chaps over her pants, leather boots, and a bandanna on her head. At the left end of the group was the half goblin in rough seafaring clothing, which included a grim plaid shirt, sleeveless jacket, blue pants and worn boots.

“Which one of you is Lynx, Renton, Jess, Ollie, and Goren?” Jenere asked the five of the sanest of the pirates huddled together.

“I am Renton.” said the Goblin.

“Goren.” the Zedirian replied to Jenere in a sort of snort.

“Jess is the name.” the dark haired elf said.

“Lynx, but you can call me anything.” the blonde said showing a hint of interest with one eyebrow. He ignored her showing little to no attention towards her.

“Me name is Ollie, short of Ollinox.” the Orc said appearing confused about why Jenere summoned them forward.

“As you probably know I am Captain Jenere Omavern of the Abomination. My new Boatswain Brucs informed me that the five of you can tell me what you and your crew were doing in the Unknown Lands.” Jenere said looking at the five privateers who were also pirates. None of them spoke a word for a few minutes until the Zedirian stepped up.

“Under the command of our beloved and loathed Captain Crystal Predator Hunterson we chased down a small fleet of Gantronese aligned ships. Well, these were smaller vessels much like gunboats.” Goren explained to Jenere who listened intently.

“They were more like mechanized schooners!” Jess butted in the conversation. The Zedirian gave her a disgusted look then returned his attention back to Captain Jenere.

“After chasing them down the coast our vessel ran aground and got stuck in shallow waters.” Goren went on with the Captain's attention glued to him.

“It sounds like they fooled you into these shallow waters. Now what about that red cloaked figure?” Jenere asked drawing attention to him. He wanted to ask about Captain Hunterson, but his tongue went straight for the red cloaked figure. Some of them shivered at the mention of the figure.

“That monster took our Captain and mounted her into the ground having its way. As for us well you can already guess.” Renton answered as Goren was too shocked from recalling what happened.

“I am sorry about your Captain and crew mates.” he said showing his condolences. “ Where do we need to drop you off?”

“As far away from these lands as possible!” one of the crew members cried out nearly losing his mind. Soon everyone of them among this crew gave their voice in agreement. It caused a small ruckus and babble of voices inside the room.

“CALM YOURSELVES!” Jenere heard a voice yell at them from behind him. “You are pirates not school children! This is Captain Omavern! Show him-”

“Thank you crew mate!” Jenere cut him off. He turned to see it was one of his own crew. A large looking Elemani came up to his Captain's side. He forgot his name, but still recognized his face.

“Thank you crew mate I will take over from here. Before this ship goes where ever it is you want we need to report to the Vestrisians in Borvados. That includes you lot.” Jenere stated in declaration and stern authority.

None of them said anything. Each one slowly nodded their answer “yes” allowing the Captain to take them where they all needed to report in. Jenere observed their faces, most of them were still in shock from what they had experienced. Whoever was an officer here among these pirates/privateers was either dead or had lost his mind. No one really stood up to say they were an officer or even point on out.

“Make yourselves at home we should be there in a few days or more.” Jenere offered to these traumatized privateers. As he left the privateers/pirates he realized by taking them to Borvados they would still be close to the Unknown Lands. He had been to Borvados before a couple of times in the past to see his children. A few weeks were spent with them along its eastern shores. While there he only got a glimpse of their culture. In a small village he experienced the Borvadosian culture in its more urban sense. This village was not too far from the city where most of it was modernized or progressing towards the modern era. Borvadosians wore a type of wrap mixed with a poncho over a tunic or shirt and trousers. Their hairstyles were a little outlandish yet similar to the Uxane styles. Each one had piercings on the face and donned a weird wrap cap that looked oddly like a partially bloomed flower.

Going to Borvados only to report to their Vestrisian employers appeared dull for a pirate. A required report to the employers was not too different than a student being summoned by the school master. He made his way to the command bridge where his First Mate and the helmsman conversed with each other. The Abomination was now at a good distance away from the Unknown Lands in a southern course. Looking around the spotted Zana's Ego of Queens on their flank sailing alongside them.

“Ersig get Zana on the line!” Jenere ordered the radio operator.

“Aye, aye Captain?” Ersig replied sounding confused. She must have been surprised to hear the first name. Jenere stood on the floor of the command bridge with Elydark and his first helmsman. Neither of them spoke a word as Ersig contacted Captain Zana Caniir. It took her several times to get in contact with Captain Caniir. Five minutes later the radio operator got a signal and began speaking into the mouth piece.

“Captain Caniir, this is the Abomination do you read me? Over.” She nearly shouted trying to get her words across.

“Captain Caniir, Captain Omavern would like a word with you.” Ersig said over the radio link. “Yes ma'am I can put him on the line. over”

Ersig tapped the phone piece next to her. She indicated for him to pick up the phone and speak to Captain Caniir. He went up to her station and picked up a phone piece to be on line with her.

“Captain Caniir this is Captain Omavern speaking, over.” Jenere said through the mouth piece.

“How are your guests doing Captain? Over.” She asked him sounding very pissed off about something.

“They are still spooked by whatever they encountered in the jungles. You seem troubled by something. Over.” Jenere responded the question.

“I lost twenty of my best crew members!” Zana shouted in the radio, her voice went straight into his ear. He had to take the ear piece away from his own face as she continued with her rage. She went on a tirade for several minutes until she was out of breath. Jenere took the opportunity to inform her about reporting to the employers.

“Captain Caniir we need to report to the Vestrisians in Borvados. Over” He said to her hoping to at least get her to pay attention to their assigned mission.

“...Have you spoken to Colonel Winnorsen? Over.” She asked in disbelief calming down a little. Jenere did not answer the question right away. While he was in his quarters he received a message from his superior. It informed him via radio to take the privateers to Borvados.

“Yes he wants us to bring the rescued privateers to Borvados. Just have your helmsman follow me. Over.” Jenere told her as if they were the only ones in a room.

“Lead the way Captain Omavern. Over.” Zana responded in a voice that sounded confused and lost at the same time.

With the conversation over Jenere hung up the phone piece. He went up to the ship wheel that was still manned by the helmsman. As he approached the wheel his helmsman left the post for her Captain to take command. Jenere took the wheel in his hands for the first time today and steered the ship towards the direction of Borvados. Taking her left did bring them closer to the Unknown Lands. However these shores hosted the more civilized portion of the coasts. Some of it still could be in Gantronese control while other portions lay under Vestrisian control. It was a gamble but he knew where Borvados was.

“We should go at full speed ahead!” Jenere commanded to his crew. His commands were obeyed as the command bridge prepared to charge ahead. At the helm he steered the ship with no one else in control of his actions. Jenere's actions rested on the path ahead of them, not the ships dawdling about. These ships belonged to Kilscar Orvain, Oceanrest Var. and several other states. Among all these ships he saw not a single one flew the Gantronese flag or colors.

Although he was going at a fast speed the ships patrolling did not wave for him to slow it down. He looked over to see Zana's ship catching up to him. For two days the pair of privateers traversed the sea. Right as the second day closed into nightfall they came to the Vestrisian territory. At the border the VUVR they had to stop at a floating dock like station. A team of Vestrisians came aboard to inspect only the cargo before letting them go on their way. This team consisted of half goblins, a few Torfene Pucks, and a few humans. A Torfene Puck was a humanoid who looked either human or elf with hoofs for feet and shorter. Despite the violent nature of goblins, Orcs, and Kuruks in Vestrisia there were still entire communities who chose to progress and coexist with other races within this Union Republics. Each one of these races had branded or tattooed a symbol to mark themselves as civilized to avoid discrimination. He watched these inspectors who were armed with small fire arms, sub machine guns, combat dirks, combat knives, military batons and each one was equipped with a modern short sword. When they were finished the leading member handed him a blue flag and instructed him to dock at the port closest to a certain fort. In less than half an hour the team permitted them to pass through.

Years had passed since he had been in this part of Borvados. Back then he was a pirate and was avoiding the law at the time. Now he is a privateer working for the Vestrisian Union that had recently formed over a decade ago. Borvados was a part of this Vestrisian Union mostly because of the invaders. Rumors spread across the seas saying they would leave once the invaders were gone. He steered the Abomination towards an empty space in the docks with the Ego doing the same. Each vessel slowly grabbed hold of the docking space. The engines were shut down and the crews were stirred from the decks. Jenere and his officers made their way down the gangway only to be greeted by the Harbor Master and a pair of Borvados Dock Guards in the Vestrisian uniform.

“Hello there, I am Captain Omavern of the Abomination-” Jenere burst out with a gust of energy but the man cut him off. He just smiled at this Harbor Master who cut him off.

“I wasn't notified about you were coming. I am expecting Captain “Big Juggs” and her crew!” the Harbor Master growled looking angry and disgruntled.

“Well I was sure you'd know about our arrival from my superiors. Is this Captain Juggs as you named a certain Hunterson?” Jenere implied to the Harbor Master who looked less Borvadosian than the two guards.

“Are you new in the navy or something?” asked the angry Harbor Master who stepped a little further into a light revealing he was dressed in a gray jumpsuit.

“I am Captain Omavern a recently hired Privateer for the Vestrisian Union. Captain Caniir of the Ego of Queens is with me as are some of Hunterson's crew.” Jenere answered the Harbor Master whose expression relaxed a little and he softened his tone.

“Head straight for that office over in the bronze building at the end of the docks. Go in there and talk to Master MaGee who is also an Admiral Marshall of this coastal area. Take the missing Captain's crew as well.” the Harbor Master directed him pointing at a building that stood at the base of an ancient tower that still seemed to be in use. The harbor/port here had a mixture of modern buildings and the traditional ancient structure still being used. He returned to the ship and gathered his officers to bring the guests off his ship. It took a while, but they managed to lure them out with some sort of bait. Cliff found himself going for this bait as well, which was an auburn haired crew member with a defined, curvy body. The pair of them were left in a room that was empty allowing the rest to move on. 

Jenere and his officers proceeded towards the bronze building with the rest of Hunterson's crew. He left his Second Mate and Boatswain behind to let the crew loose upon the town lightly armed. If any one of them committed a crime here they would be violently kicked out of the crew. Lights were on all over the docks and port with very little activity going on at night. He heard some laughter here and there a few groups of figures in corners and their crew entering the main streets. As they made their way closer to the office building a group of six Vestrisians were just coming out of the bronze building with a few privateer officers in dark clothing at their sides.

Just as the parties were about to meet Zana Caniir and one officer appeared from behind a grouping of shacks. It almost surprised him, but he knew she had to show up at some point. She was accompanied by her most trusted crew members. The Captain paused in her tracks just as the other two groups met at the end of the dock. The Vestrisians wore the standard naval uniforms each decorated as an officer both high ranks and middle ranks. Jenere noticed something about these Vestrisians in the light navy blue. Everyone of them had facial hair, two of them had mustaches, three held goatees, and the last one had mutton chops. He looked at the ranks noticing the highest rank in the group was Admiral-Marshall who happened to be this Admiral Marshall MaGee he was sent to speak with. MaGee donned a horse shoe mustache well kept blond hair under his cap. Around this MaGee were Captains, Admirals whose names her tried to read but it was a little dark despite the light over them. MaGee spoke first since he was the highest rank there.

“I presume you are Captain Jenere Omavern of the Abomination?” Admiral Marshall MaGee sort of speculated. He squinted his eyes a little and observed the Captain and his officers. At first Jenere thought he did not approve of him or his officers seeing as they were once pirates. Being a Privateer gave one a mixed reputation depending on where they went. It proved to be better for reputation with authorities than it would being a pirate.

“Are you Admiral-Marshall MaGee?” Jenere asked before giving a salute to this Vestrisian High Ranking Officer. MaGee and the five other high ranking Vestrisians saluted in return.

“Have you rescued a crew of pirates/privateers as Winorsenn commanded you?” MaGee requested from the privateers. His gaze was mainly on Jenere and then turned over to Zana who saluted to him. MaGee returned the salute to the female Captain.

“Captain Caniir so glad to see you again. How fares your crew and vessel?” MaGee asked the female privateer Captain. One of the privateer officers in a purple outfit that consisted a tank top and pants from a jumpsuit stepped in front of the Admiral Marshall.

“Admiral Marshall sir you promised me a ship!” She yelled at the Admiral Marshall revealing a long braid and a set of daggers on her back.

“Captain Boneheel you lost your ship and more than ninety percent of your own crew! I will not commission another ship or another crew to you! Instead you are demoted and placed under Caniir's command! Nor will I hear another word now leave us to our business!” MaGee growled at the demoted privateer who walked away defeated.

“Now that that is over let's get down to business. I see only Hunterson's crew, but not her. What happened?” MaGee demanded looking at what remained of the missing Captain's crew. Jenere saw his gaze go back and forth, up and down the line of Hunterson's crew. Lynx stepped up before the Admiral Marshall and the rest.

“Captain Hunterson is no longer with us. More than half the crew are dead and the ship destroyed. We do not wish to speak of this again. With all do respect Admiral-Marshall what happened out there should never be spoken of. We did our job but we fell into a trap.” Lynx responded to Admiral-Marshall MaGee who looked up at the sky then looked back at the privateers.

“You were sent out to get rid of the small fleet of enemy ships near Kilscar Orvain. I see you have failed?” The Admiral-Marshall pointed out.

“No sir, well most of the fleet was sunk before we gave chase then ran aground. Our Captain got cocky so she sent us all after the boats that were trying to land at the shore. She led the pursuit that is when we fell into a trap.” Lynx explained to the Admiral-Marshall. He lowered his head showing depression had hit him from the trauma.

“I only see fifty two of you survived the mission, and without the Captain. That does mean you each get an extra share of the reward. Meet me at this office tomorrow and we shall discuss this over the course of a few days. As for you Captain Omavern your reward should arrive here in a week.” MaGee said in a disappointed voice.

“Also your payment for the patrol is also coming here tomorrow.” MaGee added before leaving the privateers.

In silence the pirates and privateers returned to their ships, Jenere to his with crew and guests, Zana and her replenished crew to hers. Back on the docks Jenere and his fellow privateers came upon a festival of erotic behavior. Entire groups of males encircled women as a form of shame or punishment ritual. He ignored all of this not caring for the customs of Borvados. With his crew allover the docks and settlement Jenere returned to his quarters where he rested for the rest of the night. The next morning Jenere woke up with Sophine leaning against him with her arm on top of him. Looking at her braided head made him feel serene. The thought of stroking her head was soothing enough. Both had loved each other this long. Lying on the bed together in the morning was what he enjoyed the most at times. Jenere did not stir from his bed for what felt like an eternity. He closed his eyes for a few moments when banging on the door disrupted their rest.

“Enter!” he nearly roared causing Sophine to wake up.

The door opened and in came First Mate Elydark, and Boatswain Brucs. Each officer stood at the door with a salute to their Captain. Jenere saluted back and sat up with Sophine. She got on her knees looking tired, peeved, and about to shoot one of them. Sophine held a disgruntled face and glared at the two fellow officers. They ignored her, focusing on the Captain who was getting off the bed.

“Good Morning Captain!” Elydark said to him showing some enthusiasm for the day. “Admiral-Marshall MaGee will meet you in an hour.”

Jenere straightened himself stretching and getting himself awake more. He turned and greeted the two officers with a wave to tired to say a word. Whatever time it was Jenere was sure it was well past the crack of dawn. He went to the wardrobe where he dressed in the most casual attire he could find for a Captain while Sophine left for her own room. His thoughts rested on the crew who were set upon to enjoy the port.

“Has the crew behaved?” Jenere asked buttoning up a shirt after slipping on some trousers. He then grabbed his boots and put them on.

“Uh no and yes Captain most were drunk yet kept out of fights and squabbles.” Elydark answered before the Goblin could respond to the Captain. Brucs gave him a look with raised eyebrows but gave up starting something.

“So there were no incidents then? Good that is the first time in a decade.” Jenere claimed as he began walking out of his quarters. He brushed past his officers beckoning them to follow him. Passing through sections and passages Jenere found his way to the mess hall where he gathered breakfast and at it with his officers and some crew members still there. In silence he ate it down then left the mess hall and the ship.

Outside he walked straight for the Vestrisian Naval Office. The docks were filled with activity of merchants, patrons, dock workers, sailors, fishermen, and soldiers on patrol. Much of the port still held the Borvados characteristics of vase shaped buildings, conical structures along with their prideful decorations. He moved through the crowds with some ease having to push and brush his way to the office. When he came to the office he went up the staircase then entered the Admiral-Marshall's office. The Admiral-Marshall sat at his desk with a cup of coffee in his hand and a copy of some Vestrisian newspaper called the King's Chronicles. A popular newspaper among the cities of Borvados, Morgadra, Badraan and the Tante Republics.

“Good morning Captain. Here's your payment.” The Admiral-Marshall said putting down the paper and coffee. MaGee got up from his desk and went to the back of his office. This high ranking officer had an X base desk set up in the middle of the office, a large map of Calorn behind his desk next to a door, four file cabinets tucked into one side corner, three chairs, a large photo of a battle ship on the side wall, some weights and a furnace below the photo, and a small table next to the door that had a few photos. On the left wall hung the Vestrisian flag with the anvil in the center, a wrench, pitch fork, sword, and hammer crossing through it. Beside that was the Borvados flag, and a flag he did not recognize that must have been of his original nation. MaGee went over to the door and opened it. He entered inside then began rummaging through whatever room or hall that was there. The Admiral-Marshall returned to the office space carrying a military duffle bag that appeared heavy. It had the silver Vestrisian emblem of the crossed pistol and axe. He dropped it next to the desk.

“There is one more bag of this. Here is about 36,000 Eagles, and forty thousand to fifty thousand Zordes, everyone's favorite international currency.” MaGee said going back inside the door. “You should be getting more bags or suitcases of this in three days. Also bring some men to help you.”