08-09-2020, 07:17 PM
Quentin was standing at a table looking down at a map. He was in a sailor's bar in Whitby, his ship The Wanderer was in port and his crew was currently on shore leave. Technically speaking he was part of said crew and onshore leave himself. He was not the captain of his own ship, he had not the nautical skill, instead, he served aboard as a crewman. When they were on the water he took orders like anyone else. But at the dock he was once again the man that was paying for everything and he made the calls. It was a system that suited him and the Captain just fine. But only so long as he respected it.
But that was not the topic of conversation. The topic of conversation was the map he was currently studying, well the two maps. The first was recently purchased from a cartographers shop and showed the town and surrounding area in great detail. The second he had actually acquired before the first and it was quite a bit smaller, more of a map fragment than a full-on map. It seemed to show the local shoreline as well as having a few lines of dialogue written upon it.
According to his understanding, years ago a rather notorious pirate had a private cove near this area. That place had served as his base of operations, the town of Whitby being where his crew went to spend money and stock up on supplies. The pirate had made a map to his cove which he had, through some artifact that Quentin currently did not know, hidden from easy discovery.
Evidentally some tragedy had befallen the captain of the ship and he had sent the first mate away from the cove with the map. That first mate had then split the map up and hidden pieces around the town and surrounding countryside with riddles meant to lead one to the next. This was done to ensure none but his descendants might go and find the cove and the treasures within. However, the first mate had died unwed and as was the way of such things the map had found its way through many people's hands until finally, Quentin got it.
Which brings us to now.
Quentin was puzzling over the riddle as he stares at the map. He was also waiting to see if anyone would respond to his ad. He would need local help to track down this treasure since they might be able to help him parse through the clues that referenced the local landmarks. He just hoped that what he put in the paper attracted attention, in his hunt for The Cove of Captain Silvermane and his legendary ship The Never Say Die.
The ad was simple.
Help Wanted: Looking for local assistance in tracking down a hidden treasure. See Marquis Quentin North, check either at the Ship the S.S. Wanderer or at the nearby bar, the Seaman's Respite for details.
But that was not the topic of conversation. The topic of conversation was the map he was currently studying, well the two maps. The first was recently purchased from a cartographers shop and showed the town and surrounding area in great detail. The second he had actually acquired before the first and it was quite a bit smaller, more of a map fragment than a full-on map. It seemed to show the local shoreline as well as having a few lines of dialogue written upon it.
According to his understanding, years ago a rather notorious pirate had a private cove near this area. That place had served as his base of operations, the town of Whitby being where his crew went to spend money and stock up on supplies. The pirate had made a map to his cove which he had, through some artifact that Quentin currently did not know, hidden from easy discovery.
Evidentally some tragedy had befallen the captain of the ship and he had sent the first mate away from the cove with the map. That first mate had then split the map up and hidden pieces around the town and surrounding countryside with riddles meant to lead one to the next. This was done to ensure none but his descendants might go and find the cove and the treasures within. However, the first mate had died unwed and as was the way of such things the map had found its way through many people's hands until finally, Quentin got it.
Which brings us to now.
Quentin was puzzling over the riddle as he stares at the map. He was also waiting to see if anyone would respond to his ad. He would need local help to track down this treasure since they might be able to help him parse through the clues that referenced the local landmarks. He just hoped that what he put in the paper attracted attention, in his hunt for The Cove of Captain Silvermane and his legendary ship The Never Say Die.
The ad was simple.
Help Wanted: Looking for local assistance in tracking down a hidden treasure. See Marquis Quentin North, check either at the Ship the S.S. Wanderer or at the nearby bar, the Seaman's Respite for details.
