On the Nyxara Sea Purrt Royal was one of the few on-land cities that held a neutral affiliation.
Whatever one's own affiliation was, Purrt Royal wouldn't stop them from docking at their bay to do trade. As long as they didn't violate any laws of the city.
So was it the empire, the seafolk, or even pirates everyone was welcomed. Naturally letting friends and foe wander the street freely would inevitably lead to some conflict. But Purrt Royal's city watch was quite reliable and barely let any confrontations get out of hand.
The city was located on an island divided into five sections. One for each cardinal direction and in the centre the island was the castle quadrant.
It wasn't called the castle quadrant due to it having a huge grand castle ruled by some royalty, oh no, those days were long past. The old castle had been demolished and it its wake new buildings serving as political establishment for the democratic government that was elected every 5 years.
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"Ay Cap'n, Wha's the hold up?" Shouted a sailor from the ship t' his cap'n on the pier. Quite the obvious grin was plastered all over his face.
"Would ya shut up" The cap'n shouted back wit' an annoyed glee at his crew hand, who had so rudely interrupted his flirtin' wit' dis fine older strumpet he had met yesterday.
Who knows if dat had ruined his chance at scorin' the next time they docked at Purrt Royal.
"Sorr' miss seems like I got stuff t' do" The cap'n said turnin' t' the older strumpet he had been flirtin' wit' and sayin' good bye t', givin' her a polite bow 'n a hat tip as he left. Nay botherin' t' wait if the tramp had somethin' more t' say.
The cap'n walked the gangplank up his ship, a black cat wit' a big belly followin' close behind 'n hidin' in corner o' the ship afore anyone o' the scallywag could notice it, afore haulin' the gangplank up wit' barely any effort onto the ship leavin' it for his crew to tie in place.
Dat's why he was the cap'n, he was the strongest 'n maybe the smartest but as if the crew were gonna admit dat.
Imagine if the cap'n got a huge ego boost. he'd b' even more insufferable as he already was. The crew would prolly go crazy if dat happened.
The cap'n gave out the order "Wha''re ye ponderin' around fer, raise the anchor ye scallywags" he shouted as he waltzed on o'er t' the helm.
"Raise the sails" he continued, then turned t' Cyrus. The helmsman o' the ship.
"Ye know the plan, here" The cap'n said as he handed Cyrus a map. Wha' kind o' map? Naturally— a treasure map!
The best thing about Purrt Royal was that it was practically infested with all kinds of rumours and stories about adventures and treasures, but not only that it also had concrete maps available for sale if one knew where to look.
And as pirates, who could resist a bit of treasure hunting? That was the best thing, wasn't illegal so nobody could even stop you.
Slowly the ship started moving towards the huge gates that served as an entrance and exist into the southern bay or Purrt Royal. Above the gates in bold letter was written a text wishing anyone passing through good luck.
"Fair Winds and Following Sea"
The ship passed under it. In the underdeck of the ship a black cat was watching out one of the small holes in the wood, as the ship drifted away from her home. On the front-right side of the ship, in bold letters, was written the name of the ship.
"The Nine Lives"