Gretchen Chane

The sounds of chatter and glasses clinking together echo throughout the tavern, as drunken crew mates tell tall tales of Gretchen the great, some even make crude sexual remarks about her despite this though Gretchen makes sure to keep her band of fools in line, Even she joins in on their banter talking about her experiences and crazy stories on the sea, by the evening she's drank several cups full of rum and is still somewhat sober, she turns her direction to the bartender who happens to be Good ole Mr. Johnson, he's an old gruff looking fellow with an eye patch and walks with a limp Busy day, I've lost about 50 or so scallywags overseas jus' dis month, all t' those black spotted english bastards, I've been lookin' around fer more crew mates wantin' t' join me out on the sea but no luck so far, she sighs heavily before speaking once more but enough about me, How's work been?