Sennot rises from the milling throngs and makes his way to the thassa, striding purposefully down the pier and vaults to the deck of his Command with a virile athletic spring; ripping off his shirt, exposing a rippling bronzed chest and chisled biceps, Sennot surveys the ship and crew Fyree gave him to Command, the Emerald Tarn, and reflecting on her directive:

Sennot: "More Gold More kajira and never look back."

Sennot thinks how perfect to begin this voyage; a tribute to his patron, friend and lover.... hears feet move to the ebb and flow of a sailors tides. Mounting the top of the cabin roof, over the galley; he sees boots flash . the drumbeat of those feet beat out a rythm of strength, pride and duty, as he watches the hustling and bustling of the final preparations for departure.

Sennot the familiar odor of hemp and tar, marsh and Thassa upon the wind: the mounful cry of the seabirds as they trace lazy arcs in the sky. Feeling the breeze stirr his unruly locks he leans on the rail, reflecting on many things - lost in thought for a brief ehn of the land and its oh so welcome distractions. slowly the rythm of sailors feet grows more intense... faster ............the sound pulls him from his reverie.

Sennot commands Heave! the capstan turns feet and chain beating out a steady driving tattoo crew in time in their heaving broad shoulders flexing easily thighs and calves flashing and straining.... at last hears HOME! and stalks the rail with the gait of the Lion, looking to the empty cages that soon will be filled with trembling girls. Hearing already the tinkling of gold tarns.

Sennot Commands Set Sail! as the bow slowly drifts away from the pier....a hundred hands move in unison as Canvas falls from the spars catching air and billowing in the now building breeze the ship moves faster picking up the driving of his will.......Masts creak under the strain and canvas stretches taut Emerald Tarn heeling to Starboard as the will of the Wind siezes her.

Sennot smiles broadly as he thinks "Its Good to be Master" Sennot looks to the sky and winks to an unknown yet familiar presence "this ones for you Fyree!"

Sennot hoists the bota saying "to the Thassa to you Men and Ladies, stand by to refill sluts!" and drinks down the whole slug of paga........tossing the bota over his shoulder to spalsh in the wake

Sennot: Fyrees Captain her loveable Rogue testing his skills once more against the relentleaa Thassa