The soft sand and salty breeze is all to familiar as the pirate slowly regains consciousness. Her eyes pop open as she suddenly notices where she may be, she then pulls herself up from the sand and looks around the familiar beach. "Rica" she whispers. A soft giggle escapes the Captain mouth as she shouts out "RICA!! It's Rica! hah! I've made it back." Bursting with joy Syra looks around the beach for a familiar face, but none is found. She then begins to wonder around the beach in hopes to find someone who may have landed here with her. "Leofrick!! Cheri!!! Delvin?!! Someone?! HELLO?!" Syra calls out to whoever may be on the beach or even near it hoping someone came with her.
Seeing the familiar dwarf Syra quickly walked to meet him "Yes, yes, I know exactly where we are. I can smell it in the air and there is but one beach that looks as this one does. Rica. I'm not quite sure what happened or how we got here. Have you seen others, and do you happen to have a drink?"
"We are on the Ilsand of Exima, to be precise. Miles off of the coast of Rica." Silver appears walking down the beach towards her captain. "I've just been to the library brushing up on where exactly we landed. Small, not a lot of books, but I found what I needed. Most everyone else seems to have found the tavern aparently, from what I overheard when others began looking to the books as well. Oh, and here." There is a slight pause as Silver opens her cloak and begins digging through a bag at her side. "Ah, here it is." She says as she pulls a bottle from its depths. "Always keep a bottle of rum close by."
Eh? Exima Isle is it?” queried the Dwarf. “Then nay be we far from Quito. Tis a great port city full of everything a body could want fer!” A mischievous grin crept across his face. “Then what be we waitin’ here fer. Let’s find our way to town and see what we can get into. Sure as not, there be gold and goodly times aplenty to be found here… if the lookin’ be done right.” Jerond cast his eyes up and down the beach trying to decide the best direction to embark.
"Ah Silver, always nice to see a fellow Corsair, and you brought Rum." Syra spoke with a bit of excitement. Looking around the beach once more she took the rum and started to drink it. "Well lets head to the tavern then, maybe the rest of the town will be there and fellow pirates that need recruting." Turning to Silver the Captain hands her the Rum. "Well lets go."
Silver takes the bottle and takes a quick drink before placing it back in her bag. "I believe the tavern was this way. I didn't explore too far, I did get distracted by thier library. But if Exima is a cemtral place along a trade route we may be able to find some valuble or possible rare goods. Or some interesting information." Silver chuckled lightly. "You can guess which I'm more interested in. Never did have too much of a head for an abundance of treasure, though I do appreaceate the finer things now and again. I'd prefer to be able to actually make some progress tracking down a certain Dragon on this venture. Or at least getting a solid lead."
An evil grin crosses Syra's mouth as Silver speaks "I have only one interest on this land.. Well maybe two, but my main interest involves a certain sword that was taken from me. Maybe we will find it here." Looking around the beach once more Syra continues to speak. "As of right now, I am starving and in need of more rum." She then turns to Jerond "You coming with us? Surely you must me parched."
"Aye, parched I am and be ye thanked fer the offer” the dwarf trotted alongside the two pirates. “But tis not fer no rum I’m thirstin’. I'll be holdin' out fer some real ale once we reach town".
Reaching into his pocket Jerond retrieves the tattered map. “Here” he offers it to Syra (http://tinyurl.com/Orn-Rica). “Have a look. A couple a’ sailin’ hands like ye and yer mate here must feel right at home in these isles”.
Silver absent mindedly pulls out the bottle and puts it in Syra's free hand as she studies the map. "Hmmmm, on the far edge of Rican territory, but an essential part of the trade route none the less. And I'm betting there are plenty of merchant ships out and about willing to make a little extra coin if we desire to head towards the main body of Rica at some point." Silver turns her head away and politley covers a yawn. "I myself wouldn't mind a decent rest for the time being. Or at least a repreive from standing." She jests with a light hearted grin.
Syra takes the map and looks it over, she then grabs the rum Silver handed her and takes a swig. "Ah I see, looks like we are far off the main lands." A slight frown crosses the Captain face. "I've got plenty of coin for any one who takes me to a certain pirates den." Syra turns her attention to Silver as she yawns and speaks of rest. "I to feel the need for some shut eye and a bit of relaxing, I landed quite hard." She then turns her attention back to the Dwarf. "You mind if i hold on to this for a bit, just long enough to draw up a copy? It'd be much appreciated." The Captain smiles at the Dwarf in hopes he would agree for her to hold on to the map.
“Bah! These confounded maps o’ mine ain’t been worth a damn since the shattering” the old dwarf complained as he held a tattered paper up and squinted into the sun. Upon hearing the voice of Syra down the beach Jerond shouted “Ahoy, Elven Lassie! Ye were in Jastery when the darkness came. Know ye what happened?”
Stuffing the map into his pouch he began to trot up the beach toward Syra. “Do ye know this place? Where ha’ we ended up pray tell? I was sure we was all but done fer.”