At Port

[Erik]

The Lucky Bastard finally makes its way into Braavos after its months of sailing the Narrow Sea. Before docking, Erik Pyke, freshly shaven and wearing the finest silk doublet of those he purchased in Oldtown, gives the crew a few orders: "Remember, men, these Braavosi may be cowards, but they're sneaky bastards. I don't want to find any of you with a knife in your back, so don't start any fights unless you intend to finish them. Harrin, make sure there's guards on the ship at all hours, and no one wanders too far. It's a big city, but I want to be able to leave at a moment's notice. Understood?"

He takes a look around at the crew, sizing his men up, and tells them, "Now, I'll need an honor guard, at least to maintain appearances. Rodrik, Symond, Germind, Harmund, you'll do. One of you fetch the maester, and we'll be off straightaway." The four he's chosen look rather crestfallen about having to wait to spend their hard-earned plunder, but they offer no opposition.

As soon as the longboat is docked, Erik Pyke, Maester Grimon, and the guards head off for the Sealord's Palace.

[Erik]

Negotiations completed, Erik and his men return to the ship a few days later. They stock up on food and water for the voyage, and sail from Braavos one morning, making for Pentos.

OOC: How long will it take to get from Braavos to Pentos?

[theother]

About 3-4 game days

[Erik]

Wait, define "game days".

[theother]

As in it would take your ship 3-4 days to sail there.
As we have a "real world" day equal 2 game weeks, you'll be fine to make it pretty much straight away. You can just post 'slightly' in the future as it were

[syd]

theother said:

As
As we have a "real world" day equal 2 game weeks

It has been changed to 1 month a day

[theother]

There you go - even quicker

[dienekes]

"This isn't Qarth!" Willem Snow raged to the captain of the ship.
"No Qarth. Qarth has no port. Here we get trade from Qarth." The captain answered in quick choppy sentences and shooed the boy away, and clicked his teeth together forming a tight thin grin.
"But what am I supposed to do at Braavos. There are no sorrowful men!"
"Not my problem little boy. Now off with you."

[mockingbird]

The Sailing Falcon docked and when the ship had been secured, Andrew shouted to his men to unload the cargo. Small boys came up and offered to help for a few coins, and Andrew to kind gave them some coppers.

"What do you say of visiting some tavern and have a drink, Owen?"

[Horas]

The Silver Pearl glides into the harbor, her more unsavory cargo carefully concealed in specially designed compartments.

[The Flint]

Wearing a round leather helm, and green quilted armor under black mail, Francis leaned a crossbow on his shoulder, while a bunch of quarrels hung from the quiver on his back. His face was decorated with the traditional tattoos, although these were carefully applied with henna rather than real ink. Daario Franaris, the lord weasel had decided to name this alter ego. He looked out at the dock with a careful eye while he waited.

[Horas]

Cinnak appears on deck and claps his hands once to get the crew's attention.

"We have arrived! Joryk, make sure our cargo finds its way to the warehouse. Anton, you are in charge of seeing that my personal effects make it to the manor. And be careful. Many of my instruments are very delicate."

The deck is soon busy with men unloading the hold onto carts on the docks.

[The Flint]

In low Valyarian tinged with the Volanti accent, Francis approached Cinnak, "Master. With permission, I'll move ahead and secure the manor residence."

[Horas]

"Yes, go," Cinnak says, barely paying Francis a second glance.

[The Flint]

"Thank you Master." Francis bowed his head, and headed through the streets, mapping the area between the port and the manor with a practiced eye.