Clockwork Voyage
Link to OOC: http://nazr.in/uV1
Captain's Log - 20 years ago
September 23rd, CAE 81
I am old. I can barely see the paper that I'm writing on. Half of my original crew have passed away, due to either murder, disease, or old age. None of them lived a decent life, and none of them died a decent death. The new members don't have the drive or passion that a pirate crew needs. It is time that I took my final journey, and make sure my legacy sleeps with me.
I have plundered the sky and the sea for a long time. I cannot remember the last time I've went penniless. This is ironic... when I was young, every single day was a struggle to survive... now, money that cannot be fathomed is within my grasp.
The time is a funny thing. It changes human mind in such a drastic way. When I was young, I thought I would never be able to get enough money. Now... I feel sick when I look at gold.
It is time to set sail. My final voyage draws near, and I will lay myself with all my treasure at-
Piltover, Skylands Republic
"...and that's all it says."
It was a sunny morning in Piltover, the City of Progress known in the world of Aetheria. At the center of it sat the sheriff's office, open day and night to make sure no crooks get away with a crime in this city of advanced science and bustling economy. Normally, the sheriff and the deputies would respond to the telephone calls reporting about a crime committed somewhere in this large sky city, but today the sheriff was busy researching something entirely new, with a strange gentleman with a prosthetic skeletal arm who brought in something very valuable.
"Someone so evil and greedy like Captain Verdelion was actually feeling remorse for amassing so much money?" The sheriff asked a question of disbelief. The office had several windows, but the windows were covered with a thick leather blind, covering the office in a darkness, lit only by a coal-powered lamp on the desk. This was done due to the gentleman's request. However, the lamp's meager light is the only thing required to make the observers know that the sheriff was a very beautiful woman. "I guess time does change everything."
"Not everything." The gentleman shook his head. His face was covered in darkness, but his prosthetic arm was visible by the lamplight. His voice was rich and smooth, like an aristocrat's. "Verdelion's treasure is timeless, as long as nobody finds it."
"That's the problem. The most crucial part of the log is ripped." The sheriff sighed and put her hands together on her forehead in exhaustion. "We still don't know where the treasure is located at."
"But we have a lead now. The log shows who was in his crew. If we manage to interrogate them..."
The sheriff got up from the chair, grabbed her state-of-the-art sniper rifle, and reached out to grab the door and leave the office. "I must go. I have an appointment to upgrade my rifle. If you come up with any lead to where those crew members could be, let me know. I'll be in the office all day today."
The sheriff left the office, leaving the gentleman inside the office, lit only by the lamp, continuing in his analysis on the Captain Verdelion's logs.
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