The winds seem to steer the "Mourning Star" right into the port of Darath. The shallow shoals were not a problem for the ship's underbelly as she was made for sailing in these kinds of waters as well as the depths of deep oceans. Her sails were filled with the warm winds blowing inland and seemed as if her great sails were opening up her arms saying "I'm here".

Her Captain stood at the starboard bow looking out at the beach as it came closer into view to him and the crew. A smile was visible on his face as he watched the land pass by him. He could easily see the different people and animals that scurried bout their own lives. A turned to look at the helm where his 1st mate stood with the helmsman.

"Three months at sea wasn't so bad was it, Mr. Krueger?"

Jonas Krueger smiled down at his friend and Captain shaking his head as he folded his arms in amusement. Jonas was a tall man of 6'4 and weighed in at nearly over two hundred pounds. His dark black hair hung back into a long ponytail stopping inches past his shoulders. His viberant blue eyes matched the Captain's and they stared at each other trying to hold back their laughter. A sailor's and pirate's life was the only life Jonas had ever known. Both his parents had been successful pirates serving on a different vessal from the "Mourning Star".

"If you hadn't stopped for that pretty vessal with all those Lomedor whenchs we wouldn't even have to make this port. We could've probably held out another half month. But nooo,..... Nathaniel just had to make an appearance. Did she even give you a place to contact her?"

"She gave me enough to find her again, Jo."

At that point Nathaniel Remy DeSparta, Captain of the "Mourning Star", pulled out a frilly little pink hankerchief and pressed it to his nose as if taking a deep inhale of it. Both men and the crew watching burst out into laughter.

After a few more mintues and a few more banter from the crew, the "Mourning Star" finally made port. The gangplank came crashing down and a holler of cheers from the crew burst forth.

"A weeks leave to you all!"

Nathaniel stood there with his 1st mate smiling as he watched the crew grabbed their belongs and head to town for a good time that they had deserved. Nathaniel looked at his companion and replied...

"Time to see if we can find any passengers or "Honest work" that might be avaible."

"Good luck with that one, Cap. I'll meet you in the pub when you feel like showing up."