Ionia’s navy was surely something not to be doubted, an island nation with unique techniques due to centuries of maritime tradition led to a fierce fleet. That was not to say that they were uncontested on the seas, quite the opposite, Bilgewater’s thick hulls and swift galleys were most assuredly not far behind them and most certainly not for a rag tag group of pirates.
Irelia did her best to involve herself in every aspect of the nations defense, and while her specialty was on land her sure feet and one of a kind versatility kept her powerful in the endless blue. Still, after a skirmish it proved their ship was only made of but wood. Needing to stop for repairs, the closest port and the only one they could make it to a few argued was Bilgewater.
Due to the nation’s “politics”, if one could call it that, it would hardly matter that they had just blown a ship out of the water since as far as Irelia could tell there was no one of import on board. Seeing no other option, she agreed knowing that they were not going to make it back to Ionia in this shape. Descending below deck, emerging only to take a general affair of things, she was distracted from her reports when cries of land rang above deck.
Going back on deck, she carefully eyed passing ships with a suspicion that had become only natural to her. Before they docked, Irelia went below deck and took off her hair accessories, motioning for her Mantle to stay as well and pulling an overly large custom made leather scabbard from the corner of the room and slipping it over her blade. Her identity would do her no favors here, in fact probably the opposite. It was best to be a passing ship captain with just enough coin than an Ionian general with far too much.
Her armor indicated she was something more, but not only was she unable but also unwilling to part with it. She’d just have to run the risk. When she came up from below, the gangplank had already been lowered and the captain of this particular ship was already negotiating with a gruff looking sailor for emergency docking rights.
Stepping off, she was paid no mind as the two were getting a tad heated so Irelia took the opportunity to study their surroundings, only to find the newest criminal to have swiped the unofficial crown walking with far too much swagger in her step for Irelia’s taste. The two continued to shout behind her, and the shouting attracted the attention of one Miss Sarah Fortune.
Sighing, Irelia turned around and grabbed her sailor’s shoulder, turning him to see what his lack of diplomacy had brought them. Giving him a look that said let me handle this, she turned and called out in her near-flawless common, “Sarah Fortune, isn’t it? What is it you need from us? “
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