Jo-Mar handed Leo two wine skins one of warm wine and the other of fresh spring water mixed with pulverized oats and just a little dab of honey and nodded to him. "Here, drink one of these. It will help sooth your throat. You are on what they call Rock Island. Good thing it's not all rock hungh? We were traveling when our Captain put up here for port. He's the one who rescued the better portion of you all. He'll want to meet you all later actually, he'll be over on his ship. Personally I'd wait a bit and let my body adjust a little more but it's really up to you." Vikki walked over to Katie and guided her gently over to her supplies. "Right over here hun, we set everyone's things here so they could dry and we didn't get them mixed up. Here, you should try drinking this, warm wine or oat water. Works wonders when you try to drink an entire ocean." She said sweetly. "I'm Vikki and that's Jo-Mar, we have no Bandoleer but we do have a Captain who goes by the name of Tier. Who is your Bandoleer sister?"
Away from the Gypsy camp there was an inlet thatwas sided on all sides by large consealing monoliths of stone. Rock Island was only a partally true name for the island, a bout a quarter of it was dense jungle and beach while the rest was large boulders and stone. Tier sat in his quarters aboard his ship. A former naval frigate he had her repainted a bluish grey and refitted with long range cannons and ballasts and heavy ballasts. The Vulpa opted more for stealth and suprise attacks and painting a vessel in such a manner would conseal it for a long time. Silent long range weaponry could be used to cause panic and chaos giving his crew a more keener edge while the name of the vessel, thought up as more of a joke, the name "She's One of Ours Sir!" was thought to be able to give them at least a couple seconds of confusion when they'd start firring on an enemy vessel. Tier's quarters were paneled and furnished in dark mahogany ebony "ghost wood". A bed, table strewn with maps and writings, two chaires, a bookshelf that dominated a wall, and a weapons and armor stand. He sat at the table the light of the lamp playing across his features as he brooded over the maps and manuscripts contemplating his next move. Tier was a pirate,everything he had gained had been through some form of bloodshed. His white shirt, red and black jerkin, black trousers, tall black leather seamans boots, and the numerous belts he wore all accentuated his look. Along with the numerous pistols he carried and the Brigandine armor he wore under his jerkin and the two sabres he wore. He was every inch of the once feared Vulpine pirates now long gone and most believing that they were nothing more than a myth dreamt up to frighten young cubs to bed.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. He had been walking on the beach to try to clear his mind when he saw the bodies floating out at sea. It had been him who had yelled for the Gypsies to shift themselves and help him rescue them from the sea before they drowned but now he was worried if he had made the right decision. What if one of them was an Imperial? What if one of them saw him and realized what he was and tried to kill him thinking they were "Slaying a demon" or "Doing their god's work"? He rubbed his face with the palms of his hands with a groan and looked around in his empty room. It mattered not. Time would tell soon enough.
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