Captain Harris Thorne

When Magnus disappeared back below deck, Cedric turned back to watch Avery's Isle grow closer. But out of the corner of his eye he spotted the dark haired beauty as she ventured out onto the ship's deck. He suddenly felt a bit weak in the knees and it had nothing to do with the gentle rocking of the Elfleda on the waves.

"Good mornin', miss," was all he could manage to say without getting tongue tied so gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. But he was painfully aware of how scruffy he must look with a 3 day beard as he hadn't trusted himself to attempt the task of shaving on the rocking boat.


"Ah! Barnaby!" Captain Harris Thorne intercepted the noble as he and Trowfaz emerged. He was an imposing figure with a graying beard and a wide girth, he demanded the respect of his crew.

"Would you be so kind as to deliver Lord Rolf's missive to the Constable for me? I've got some business to attend when we arrive," he grinned devilishly, already pressing a missive sealed with Lord Rolf's insignia into Barnaby's hand, "and she doesn't like when I keep her waitin'."

Turning, he addressed all those on the deck in a booming voice, easily heard above the sounds of the sea. "Those that'll be going to shore, make sure you're ready soon. We'll be settin' anchor in the bay and you'll take the dinghy ta shore."

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