The sign of the Blue Sailor

Axelle rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I'm ready whenever."

Yet immediately after Aphrodite had told Worell her secret, the door to the pub burst (literally) open, as a woman in a dampened cloak walked in. She took off her cloak, revealing her beauty, and walked towards Worell.

Worell had looked over to the table at which Geneva and Boyd had been sitting upon his hearing of Aphrodite's secret, and when the woman burst in, he saw Geneva's face flush white. Boyd simply fainted.

Yet Geneva regained herself quickly; she wasn't the type to be in a rut. "Good evening," she said cordially, cutting in front of the woman. "Out of my way, fool," the woman said in a deep and melodious voice. Geneva flinched out of the way.

"Sir Worell," she said warmly. "I've been looking for you."

"Fine then." Artemis grabbed Axelle by her arm and pulled her towards Kryoni. "Well?"

Kasam stopped by the splintered door, staring back at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.Oh, wouldn't it be worth the world to take her along...

Then he saw Kryoni glaring at him, and quickly regained his composure. He stepped through the door, followed by Kryoni and Cora.

OOC: I suppose now we start a thread in the "dungeons" subforum?

Aphrodite took that as her chance to duck out, dashing back over to Aaron. "What did I miss?" She asked, smiling.

Axelle's arm was sore. "God, do you HAVE to pull so hard? Geez."

Artemis looked at Axelle. "Hard?" he scoffed. "Please. You're way too delicate." Nonetheless, he loosened his grip. "Come on." He pulled Axelle toward the doorway. "Our gold awaits."

Richard and David shrugged, stood up, and readied to depart with...whoever they were going with. They hadn't been introduced to the boss.

Worell, the mysterious lady, Geneva, and Boyd all left the main room of the pub, going into the wine cellar. Geneva and Boyd had been strangely quiet as the descended into the basement.

The regal lady pulled a certain aside and lit a torch and surprisingly (or, perhaps, as expected) the wine cellar was devoid of wine; instead, the was a chart on a lovely darkwood table, along with many navigation tools. The well apolstered green chairs were surprisingly well kept, and not a corner of the place was dusty.

Worell then noticed the darkwood bookcases that lined the far wall. The reached all the way to the ceiling, which was surprisingly high for a wine cellar. Geneva and Boyd both went to either side of a larger chair apolstered with a rich purple color, whose frame was made of solid gold, rather than the traditional wood. They pulled it out a little, and the woman came and reclined upon it.

Boyd went to the bookcase and pulled a few books while Geneva cleared the table a little. Worell was urged by the lady to take a seat. "You're probably wondering why you're here," she said, her eyes focused itnently on him. "Well, there are two reasons. One, you cannot yet know. The other, is this chart."

Worell still didn't understand, but wasn't about to challenge her. "Here, chap, read this passage," Boyd said, passing an open book with a well marked page to him. Reading it, he figured out what they wanted. "You apparently know taht I was a ship captain for several years," he said, with a tinge of annoyance. The lady looked at her nails, perfectl manicured. "Well, of course," she retorted, "I know all about you."

Geneva then straightened the chart, making a few marks, then finally circling the destinaion. Worell looked at it for a second, and then it dawned on him. "W-Wait a minute," he said, perplexed, "This chart, it's..." But he was cut off. Geneva said, "Yes, it's just as you think, this chart leads to--" then she, the lady, and Boyd said, "The Island of Many Fates."

"Well," said Aaron, "you very nearly missed Elias. Elias, this is Aphrodite." Elias scanned her several times, looking her over from head to toe. After a few moments, he bowed deeply.

"Ma'am," he said quietly.

Aphrodite blushed.

"Please, no need to bow." She whispered, turning her head away.

"Custom," said Elias quietly, straightening. "Sorry." And with that, he took a seat at the table. Nodding quietly to a rather impatient Narya as he sat down next to her, he said, "Seat?" and offered Aphrodite the chair between him and Aaron. His eyes continued to flick around the room, continuing to seem somehow haunted.

Aphrodite took the seat. "You didn't need to apologize either." She whispered. "I apologize for seeming demanding."

Elias nodded. Aaron smiled. "So what do you do for a living, if I may ask?"

Aphrodite smiled. "I happen to be a fortune teller." She winked, and placed her chin in her hands.