While the finishing touches got put to the Rage, the ships Quartermaster, Marik, Went out to get in some extra supplies... after all it was always better to have to much than too little. His long white hair still spiked up it its somewhat evil looking way. Most people moved away from Marik as he walked by them because of the glowing symbol on his forehead, this symbol a result of Mariks permanent Trance form. Marik always had somewhat increased strenght and speed from this Trance form.

He had gotten a food stall and the man selling the food just gave it to Marik not making him pay. This was good indeed. It meant that Marik did not need to use his own money. Marik did not take the food in his hands but instead made the bag float behind him with his Telekinesis. This power made carrying things much easier for Marik since he could carry more things by using Telekinesis and carry things in his hands also.

The Quartermaster then seen some basic weapons on his way back to the Rage and took them also, still not paying but this time taking the weapons in a bag and holding the bag in his hands. He had to carry them this way as Marik had not fully developed his Telekinesis powers yet. On his way back to the ship a young theif went to steal the weapons but he was thrown back into the crowd with a strong gust of wind. Yes Marik also knew how to control the very winds themselves.

Marik could see some of the other Scream members ahead, he had not really gotten to know the crew so he though maybe he should atleast try.... after all, if the crew didnt like him then this journey onboard the Rage could be rather bad indeed.....

Keeping a closed mind was the quickest way to not enjoying yourself, and Madurro genuinely wanted to enjoy himself on his stay with The Rage, no matter how much he thought that to be impossible. Serving as the ship's boatswain meant innumerable headaches as the warship would receive damage from every day wear and tear as it treaded the oceans and seas in search of plunder. It was hardly the position one would request when enjoyment is a top priority. Yet it was what Madurro knew best, perhaps the only thing he knew, and he made it a priority to not tread uncomfortable territory. He had been working on boats for as long as he could remember. He knew the warning signs of what would soon be a failing of the vessel, his skill and expertise showing him ahead of time what would cause trouble. It came so naturally that the job had lost most of its alure since the first days of his pirating, when he had joined his first crew and had received his first complications while working on the repairs. Now it was more of a routine and, though it lacked the excitement, it was how he liked it.

But what Madurro did not like was being angry, though it was an emotion he commonly found himself making use of. And the quickest way to being angry is to judge a crew's worth before you have met them. And Madurro had not in fact met the crew he was about to be sailing with. Turning his attention back to The Rage, he knew why he wasn't onboard, helping with the last minute furnishings. For one, his contract did not start until the day they left the port, but secondly, there had been an informal gathering set up for as many soon-to-be crew members that had recently joined the group that was calling itself "The Scream of the Sea". And so, keeping an open mind, Madurro stepped out from behind the supplies assembled close by the ship's dock, and turned to look at the other crew members assembled there.

He saw the quartermaster scramble through the crowd to bring supplies to the rest of the pirates. This was the man who had called for them to meet here before the ship set sail, so that they could get to know each other. Madurro had obliged him, but had his own reservations. Meetings of this sort did not always go well, and sometimes did more ill than good. Then he remembered what he had told himself about being too quick to judge, and cut off his reservations. He'd approach this with no expectations, and he'd see how it played out. Stripping the cold and menacing boatswain part he usually put on, he decided to be kind and warm, and try to make a good first impression. It was a new concept for him and he stumbled around how he should get the conversation going. He threw out caution and improvised. "Thanks for grabbing some supplies, he said to the quartermaster as he neared. "That was really thoughtful of you and..." his voice trailed off. When it returned, it was low and gruff, and he continued, "Ah, screw it. I'm not going to be any nicer than I really am. I'm Madurro, and... thanks."

So much for kind and warm.

Vega walked along the docks at Port Adúnë. She was here for a spcific reason, to become the medic of a new crew called The Scream of the Sea. The ship was named Rage and she looked for it enjoying the scenery at the port. It was not often she could be on land and she quite enjoyed the sailors moving to and from their ships talking about their adventures. This is where she belonged. Among others who were drawn to the sea. She noticed two men in front of a ship. She looked at the name, Rage. 'This is the place' she thought as she walked up to the men.

She was immediately surprised at the sight of them. One seemed like a normal pirate who had a hard time being kind to others. The other was quite the surprise. He had spiked hair and had a glowing eye on his forehead, he had the abilities of Telekinesis as she saw some bags floating above him. He seemed quite interesting. I wonder who these two are...And what surprises they may bring to the ship.

"I appologise for leaving but I had some more supplies to get." she said shifting her backpack which held needles and thread for stiching as well as other things. At her side was a brown potion case which held an assortment of potions. "Ah I see the quartermaster has arrived. It is a pleasure to meet you sir. I am Vega, a drow. And I have yet to learn your name boatswain. She said nodding her head to them both, her white ponytail gave a small bob as it went up and down. She looked towards the ship, "Isn't she the finest thing you ever saw?" she asked not really using correct grammer but she did not mind.