Canna boarded the ship with an eager smile, his feet tapping lightly against the wooden deck as he took in the scene before him. Four figures stood ready at the forefront, with Captain Drennard leading the charge. His broad figure, wild hair, and the mischievous gleam in his eye all screamed of a man who had seen more than his fair share of adventures on the high seas. Canna had a good feeling about this crew already.
Drennard approached him first, clapping a hand on Canna's shoulder as he turned to introduce the crew. "Let me introduce ya to the heart and soul of this vessel, lad. These three will make sure this ship sails wherever ye need it to go, even if that means through hell itself."
