Post by Time on Aug 1, 2024 9:40:32 GMT
Flamell Island. It was a fairly decent sized landmass with plenty of trees. From a distance, one could easily tell what their main trade was in, as the port was full of lumber, furniture, and shipyard that was perfect for any crew to visit whether you were a merchant or traveler. Lumber was often times traded for iron ore, and to be treated and processed to be made sea worthy. Honestly, Flamell Island was an excellent trade location... if it weren't for the fact that the location of the island in question put it well out of the way of mainstay trade routes. It was often pricier to make the detour unless you actively needed repairs on this part of the East Blue. Still, the furniture was good enough that many who visited often left with more than a handful of pieces that they could either use themselves, or trade for a pretty penny.
Over the last 5 years though, the small island had seen a significant increase in profits, not specifically for gaining new customers, but for gaining a single crew that not only provided wealth in exchange for supplies, but also luxury goods that could be sold for an even higher profit when the richer customers appeared. That crew was so well known on the island that there was only one thing people thought when they heard the steam whistle in the horizon that blared, much like it was now.
"THE QUILLIONS ARE BACK!", the Dockmaster yelled, ringing a bell that was normally reserved for emergencies along with a bell of invitation to open shop. It had been vital to recognize when the pirates returned, as it was prime time to buy and sell things regardless of what chores needed to be done. In the five years since the Quillion Pirates docked here and scoured the local seas, Flamell had brightened up significantly, turning from a small plain looking village into a nice bustling place that had a variety of colors, and trades. The few merchants who did dock decided that they could sell their wares for a little less, as they hurried on. They had been robbed a few too many times by the pirates to know better than to stick around. It was a silent taboo to steal in Flamell, but who was to say that the Quillion pirates weren't scouting for new prey. The fact that these merchants had used an alternative route to avoid the pirates would likely not be taken kindly as well. By the time the crew docked, the few merchants who were either unfamiliar with the pirates, or had good relations were left.
Over the last 5 years though, the small island had seen a significant increase in profits, not specifically for gaining new customers, but for gaining a single crew that not only provided wealth in exchange for supplies, but also luxury goods that could be sold for an even higher profit when the richer customers appeared. That crew was so well known on the island that there was only one thing people thought when they heard the steam whistle in the horizon that blared, much like it was now.
"THE QUILLIONS ARE BACK!", the Dockmaster yelled, ringing a bell that was normally reserved for emergencies along with a bell of invitation to open shop. It had been vital to recognize when the pirates returned, as it was prime time to buy and sell things regardless of what chores needed to be done. In the five years since the Quillion Pirates docked here and scoured the local seas, Flamell had brightened up significantly, turning from a small plain looking village into a nice bustling place that had a variety of colors, and trades. The few merchants who did dock decided that they could sell their wares for a little less, as they hurried on. They had been robbed a few too many times by the pirates to know better than to stick around. It was a silent taboo to steal in Flamell, but who was to say that the Quillion pirates weren't scouting for new prey. The fact that these merchants had used an alternative route to avoid the pirates would likely not be taken kindly as well. By the time the crew docked, the few merchants who were either unfamiliar with the pirates, or had good relations were left.
