Role

Chapter 3

Off of the Arkham shore fishermen set up to catch fish for the day.
Today there was a great storm just off the shore and nothing was
biting. The old fisherman continued to fish regardless, as he had
nothing better to do. No sooner had he almost decided to stop for
the day that his line into the water took a deep dip! He grabbed onto
the pole as quickly as he could and dragged this massive weight
into shore. Thinking it was some kind of massive catfish or grouper
he could not contain his excitement.

Unfortunately as he pulled whatever it was to shore, it ended up
being a human child of no older than thirteen years old. The boy
was barely breathing and had taken a lot of water into his lungs.
The old fisherman pounded the back of the boy and out ejected the
water he had gulped. Once the boy was aware enough to talk the
old fisherman said, "What in hells and waves ye doing out there in
the waters?".

Marbacal could only stammer out a quick response, "Sultan didn't like
my joke."

The old fisherman knew exactly what transpired. A bit of pity and
seeing a free spare set of hands for fishing, he took the boy
under his "wing" and taught him th way of the mariner. The way
of the pirate was already seeped into Marbacal's bones, and thus
his path was set.