-Nate
The Benediction
“How
are the preparations going, Captain?” Able seaman Roy Williams
stood on a pier in the harbor of Port Royal, next to his superior
officer, watching as the crew of the Venture
finished loading and securing a steady stream of cargo and supplies.
“Well, I'd say.” Ned Carstens stroked his beard as he surveyed
the scene. “Another hour or so, and I reckon we'll be ready to
sail.”
“Aye, Sir.” Roy nodded. “Your leave, then, to run a quick
errand?”
“Granted.”
“Thank you, Sir.” With something akin to a bow, Roy slipped
away, jogging down the pier and then turning onto Fisher's Row, which
ran parallel to the harbor. Before long he reached a small merchant's
stall, where an old woman had various fruits and vegetables on
display.
“Good afternoon, Miss Agnes.” He bowed.
Courtly manners always brought a smile to her face. “And good day
to you, Mister Roy. What is your business today?”
“The usual, of course; we expect to sail in a couple of hours.”
“I'd heard as much, and so I saved something special just for
you.” From the pile of produce she retrieved a large, ripe
breadfruit and held it up for his inspection.
“It's perfect, as always.” Roy counted out the correct coinage,
plus a little more.”
“Thank you, Mister Roy. Clear skies to you—and give my regards
to the Reverend.”
“Thank you, milady; I will.”
With another bow he was on his way again, continuing up Fisher's Row
until it ran into Thames Street. There, on the edge of a broad, open
square, stood the Sign of the Boar's Head, tavern, inn and brothel.
Ordinarily Roy would have had a considerable interest in what that
place had to offer, but today he had other business.
Behind the building was a short alley that ended at a high wall. In
front of the wall stood a makeshift shrine consisting of a small
table and hat rack.
Perched atop the latter item as a parrot, wearing a small golden
crucifix around its neck.
“Good afternoon, Reverend.” Roy broke the breadfruit in half,
exposing the flesh and seeds inside it, and then placed it on the
table.
“Rawk.” The bird hopped down from its perch and began to tear at
the offering with its beak. “The Lord bless you and keep you,” it
pronounced.
“Thank you, Reverend.” With a tip of his hat, Roy headed back
toward his waiting ship.
Parrot
Animal; CR 1/3; Size tiny; HD 1d8+1; hp
5; Init +2 (+2 Dex); Spd 10 ft., fly 60 ft.; AC 16 (+2 size, +2 Dex,
+2 natural); Atk +4 (1d4-2, talons); SQ Low-light vision, mimicry; AL
N; SV: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +2; Str 6, Dex 14, Con 13, Int 2, Wis
14, Cha 10.
Skills: Spot +6, Listen +12.
Feats: Weapon Finesse (talons).
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