The Secret Cellar

You find yourself in the middle of a busy dock. Nightfall is coming quickly and dozens of men are shouting and tying ships down. Gangplanks are being lifted and lowered. Men and women are rushing past you all in a hurry to be somewhere. Large shipping crates filled with spices and valuable textiles are being carried on and off ships. The salty smell of the sea is everywhere, unfortunately so is the smell of fish.

Although fascinated by the organized chaos and efficiency of the dock, you leave and head into the small Port Town .

It is much quieter, but there is still a feeling of business. Women are carrying baskets of food and are carefully watching their children. Sailors are talking amongst each other on the streets, and merchants stand on the street corners, trying to entice some poor fool into buying their trinkets.

You stand near one such vendor, tempted to buy something for your mother back home, but decide against it. There are prettier things farther inland. You continue down the street, smelling cooked fish, and a little bit of sea salt. You hear children laughing and shouting and merry singing at the pubs.

As it gets dark, you think it best to head back to the docks and join up with your crew. Perhaps they've found a place to stay for the night. Before you head back, you spy a narrow street. It's quiet street with very little activity and has a strange sense of peace, compared to the loud pubs and taverns nearby. You hurry down the street, curious to see what's down it.

It seemed most of the shops on the street were shut down or closed for the night, except for one small pub. The Secret Cellar.

You entered the Secret Cellar And it did seem like quite the secret. There were only two or three people in the pub at that time, but it seemed like a rather nice place. It was neatly decorated with large barrels acting as tables. Each one having a brightly lit lanterns on top. You make your way over to the small bar in the corner, hoping to grab a quick drink before heading out.

The bartender has his back turned to you as you sit down.

"'scuse me." you say, as he turns around.

"How can I help you?" He asks.

It's not until he looks up at you, and the light of the lanterns shine on his face. You hold back a gasp. He had grown since the last time you saw him. He was a young man now, no longer a small boy who could barely lift a sword. You did not think you would ever see him again. The son of Captain Caleb Jones. The man you had killed.

Type

Pub / Tavern / Restaurant