*SHM slides his tankard aside, pushes the rum bottle back, leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, his eyes on the bare space of the table
I've always heard, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry...
*SHM looks up at Kart
Ye gifts for organization and planning are reknowned, noteworthy and honorable. I remember when ye were in HELM and left to start ye own venture. Ye done well, mate, and no thanks to me - ye would be a top draft pick if ye was available to me team. Many of those ye recruited would be on my team if ye didn't select them first. It be a fine team.
However the winds and seas of Avonmora they tend to wreck the best of intentions. So do adversaries and the unknown intentions of their allies and opportunists. One day your hold be filled with swag, the next day ye be taken down to the waterline.
That said, when the storm gets rough, ye may lose a man or two overboard. God forbid, if they are, there still be enough character aboard to get the ship to port and pull their mate back aboard.
Ya see, mate I did have a plan - recruit team players. Not the infamous, but sailors who posess honor and respect for ally and adversary alike, loyal to their guilds and nations.
I know by pickin' based on honor and respect, win, lose or draw, those traits would still prevail. And so would the team!
*Sets back in his chair, Reaches for the tankard
Nice try, Kart....
This not be a paid political message by some rum soaked committee of blighters, but the opinion of a grumpy old sea dog with too much time on his hands (and rum under his belt).