Greener Pastures

Drum Island was full of interesting events and encounters for Naesala and his allies, but the same allure that had drawn them to the island was what was driving the collective away from it. It was too damn cold and the snow was annoying. Multiple bodies moving about the Galleon to help set sail and Naesala was walking about with one of their newest passengers, Bato. A man driven by money and addicted to the feeling of having his hands in the blackmarket. "You know there are a few others like you on this ship, I hope you know our d-" Bato shook his head side to side with a light smile on his face before looking to Naesala. "I'm a broker, not a murderer. I understand your concern, but I respect the nature of trading and would much rather conquer my enemies in the market than kill them." Naesala nodded, it was very respectable, but he thought it'd be in the nature of underworld fiends to kill their competition. That didn't seem to be the case with Bato though, so Naesala dismissed the thought. Knocking on a door on the deck of the ship still, Naesala was checking up on his Navigator. He had gotten a little sick, but he said he'd still be able to sail, but things weren't looking too good. "Who is it?" Naesala sighed, they wouldn't be going anywhere today. "It's Naesala." "Come in." He groaned in a sickly voice.

Entering the room, Naesala felt like he could smell the illness. The air was stale and the room lacked energy. Bato stepped in behind Naesala and introduced himself to the bed ridden man. "Hey I'm Bato, plan to be on the ship for a while." "Nice to- *ehem* meet you Bato." "Sorry to interrupt the meeting, but you won't be able to sail will you?" The navigator shook his head side to side in a disappointed manner before coughing into a clinched fist. "I don't think I will . . . sorry. Give me two days and I should be good enough to get us out of here." Naesala nodded. "No worries, I'll go tell everyone to cancel preparations." As he was walking tot he door, Bato spoke up. "I actually was the navigator back on the last ship I was on. Given it was a bit smaller than this one, I think I'd still be able to get us where we need if you trust me." Naesala looked from Bato to his navigator's sickly eyes. "Your *ehem* call." Humming in thought for a moment, Naesala shrugged his shoulders and beckoned for Bato to follow him. "Lets put you to the test then."

Leading the navigator to the wheel of the ship, Naesala didn't have anything else to say, after all Bato should know about steering the ship more than he would. What he did have to offer him though was his Log Pose. Digging into his pocket, he retrieved it and handed it to Bato. "Not sure where it's pointing, but get us there in one piece." Bato smiled and nodded. "Sounds easy enough." Retreating back to the captain's quarter's Naesala had a book to finish writing on the effects of venom to the human body.