Tharos opened his mouth in anger ready to retort. The words died on his lips as with a final soft clack Mariner set the last of his presentation aides up.
The map was arranged exactly as it was the last meeting, except this time the model representing the Caelin’s hand was positioned just inside the northern border of the Armada.
Mariner finally looked up fully from the map, gazing at the entire crew in turn. “It appears some people felt this meeting beneath them.” He referred of course to Rook and Nico, however, Mariner wasn’t about to waste any more of his time waiting on them. “We shall begin without them, if they deign to show themselves, I’m sure they will catch up.”
He gestured to the Port hole behind him. “As you may or may not have noticed, we are approaching the Sea Gate. As I dictated in our last meeting we would reconvene before we crossed to select a Captain of the Privateers. For those who have joined us since then, allow me to explain. You’ll vote to decide who will be in charge of managing the Human members of the Caelin’s Hand. Which is to say everyone but myself, Tharos and the Honoured Dead.”
He then paused to reconsider something, “allow me also to formally introduce you all to Ari and Karl who’ll be joining our crew for a short period. I don’t know how long they’ll be with us, frankly I don’t care, you will allow them to assist us with our mission until the time comes when our ways part.”
When he finished speaking, Mariner sat in his designated seat, folding his hands in front of him. “Are there any questions before we get to the matter at hand?”