State of Esshar

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The Deep Company - 1827

In a fitting nostalgic fashion for the ever theatrical shadow shark, some of the very first reporters Maertock and Murtock kidnapped were once more forced at gunpoint to produce a press release for the middled aged reaver in spite of rumored back problems. When questioned at force, the elder shark had this to say.

How time flies upon the prosperous river Esshar. It is a strange thing growing old, watching things change around you year after year while your memories remain pristine and rosy nostalgic. Twenty seven years ago, I landed upon these shores with my brothers and original crew, and so we made our mark upon these lands in blood and ink and gold for years. Yet, for all the boundless riches and accursed relics we attained, the land took as much back as was taken and left me the last. Murtock died twenty years ago to this day, and I've always been in his shadow since the moment he passed.

There appeared to be an abrupt pause in the press release, as if mid-sentence Maertock left to go acquire more to drink without any warning. The reporters were not allowed to leave.

Thinking on it much, gauged some real wisdom. My time has passed; I've outlived all of my enemies, original crew, and old friends alike. I won't hold back the potential of the Deep Company by holding tight to its reins in old age, there's a fresh generation of reavers ready and waiting to make their mark and take their cut the same as their forebears. My nephews have grown into fine pirates, and they've reached the age Murtock and I were when we landed upon these pearly coasts.

As of this day, Mori Reave is Captain of the Deep Company. Blight Reave shall be his first mate, and I've begun to pass on the eldritch, inky bladesmanship of the Black Surf to my adopted son Drazen, who will succeed me as Helmsman of the Pauper's Bride and the Deep Company when he is ready. There's only two ways one retires from piracy, and I'm taking the road less traveled in not being stabbed in the back by a mutiny or ending up at the end of a noose. This is a new era with a green generation; the land of Esshar is ripe with opportunity for danger and fortune. And as for old Maertock Reave?

I'm gonna live the dream. With my mutant manservant and my trusty parrot, I'm retiring the only way a middle aged man should; becoming the fulltime tavernkeeper of The Reef. Come one, come all for delightful cuisine, exotic drinks, new sights, dangerous encounters, possible death! All this and more can be yours; the tavern is not responsible for any loss of livelihood at the dice tables in literal or metaphorical fashion. And if you think it's a good idea to let a seven foot tall shark commit unlicensed surgery on you, The Reef is the free clinic of Esshar to visit. Fortuna favors the bold, and this generation is just finding out what that'll mean.

- Maertock Reave has retired; taking over the tavern of the Reef to mentor the next generation of free thinking misanthropes.

- Mori Reave is Captain of the Deep Company

- Blight Reave is First Mate of the Deep Company

- Drazen Reave is the Helmsman of the Deep Company, training in the dread arts of the Black Surf to inherit the legendary, accursed blade of Dread Saltspite.

- Rumor has it of the slow production of a dock works beside the beach where the Pauper's Bride was docked; accompanied by the skeleton of a dreadful lighthouse and rumors of chironic meddling around the location where a massive, rotting carcass of a kraken appeared entombed and preserved in the sands of the bay.