"Wave-Breaker Jim" Flint

- Mary "Be Merry" Grimm noted:
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"Ye who see this swashbuckler's face within arms-reach should be warned that ye best be ready to be Keel-hauled"
Age: 68
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 178 lb
- Biography
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Born and raised a pirate by his father Saggin' Jowls Sam and Cannon-Balls Augusta, Jim had always known what the sea had in store and had lived in the fiercest of hurricanes and typhoons. He took control of his father's vessel; Calypso's Serpent after the death of his mother and father. Upon gaining the ship, he inherited a sacred artifact known by his father as the "Belt of the Winds". It granted him to ability to change the Windward to whichever he pleases. Nobody but the crew he works with knows his face, and he has said to have been assassinated many times throughout his life. He resides in a cove created with his fellow pirates on the isle north of Delmont, behind a town, called Mock Town, for it's pseudo-merchantilism. From there he holds the reins on all pirate activity that happens in the east. Since he has housed in the cove, he's kept pirate activity to a minimum, allowing the plundering of merchant vessels only.
Jim's Murky Journal

Spoiler: click to toggle April 3rd, XXXX
The pillagin' and plunderin' on Mock town has been continuin' for the past 3 days. Old villagers have succumbed to shot and blade, the younger ones be holed up in the Town hall. Me men be fatigued by the smell of blood radiatin' from the earth and the restless days. I would have been over and done with this by the burnin' of their shelter if this were not special circumstances. The blood will eventually disperse and the smell would disappear, but the burning of the main structure in town would stay. If we are to truly make this our home, we must maintain it's look and feel to fool any traveler, guardsman, footman, or mercenary from finding out information on us. As great of a sailor me be, me not be able to outmaneuver an entire fleet. We be needin' an effective way to remove these villagers. With no way of knowin' how much food and water they have with them, they could hold up for weeks.
If we not be takin' these villager's lives soon, we be headin' off in hopes of findin' a new place to dwell.
Spoiler: click to toggle April ?, XXXX
This is a short one, me be too fatigued to write more. It has been 4 days since we rid the villagers of the town hall. I don't know how long they held out, but the half of them be dead when we broke through the wilted door. We have successfully infiltrated ourself as townsfolk to be wardin' off anybody suspicious.
Spoiler: click to toggle June 14th, XXXX
It has been far too long since me life had been in danger. To tell the truth, I be findin' it quite exhilaratin' actually. I be feelin' bad for me mate Thomas "Red Rum" Fritz, it truly is a shame to lose such a fighter. For you see me always be givin' me Pirate hat to some poor sap while on the sea, and that be exactly why I still be here writin' this. We just finished plunderin' some southern village in Valus and we set sail on the open sea. We was arguin', I and Red Rum, on who should get the bigger half of the loot. The hat must be'a gettin' to his head is what me be thinkin'. Fortunately for me, unfortunately for him, an arrow landed right in his throat, the sound it made sure to have broken his spine upon impact. I saw a glimpse of the man, or should me say boy, who released it before me mates crowded around me. The boy be of tan skin and a hood. I be saying he has a good shot but I be havin' a better eyesight, for his features were not so well to be hiddin' from the likes of me telescope. His hair was of a reddish origin, and his face be one of a gentleman. To bad me best be keel-haulin' that youngin' when I find him, and I will find him for he owes me a new mate.
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