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Legacy Name: scoutly

The Glacier Devonti
Owner: Sugar

Age: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 21st, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 21st, 2009 (Legacy)


  • Level: 18
  • Strength: 47
  • Defense: 45
  • Speed: 45
  • Health: 48
  • HP: 48/48
  • Intelligence: 17
  • Books Read: 16
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk

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Tale of the one known as Scoutly

Caleb was not your everyday pirate. For one he didn't like being a pirate. When he first started on a ship he was sea sick constantly, but that passed over the years and not even storms weren't enough to unsettle his stomach. The salty smell that was carried by the wind smelled foul, like the bland rations the entire crew ate. The ocean was not his home either, he longed for shore and the wealth of diversity that it offered.
Traveling was grand, but he missed his home and his woman. Lyra, his beautiful fiance, had gotten ill and died four years ago. That was when he signed up to work under the infamous Capitan Marcos Blaque. Caleb also detested his nickname Scoutly, it was what Lyra used to call him and it brought back too many painful memories. However the crew were stubborn and convinced that Caleb did not exist, he was Scoutly and none other.
The one thing that Caleb couldn't complain about was his role on the ship. He spent most of his time in the crows nest, with an eye out for land or ships, but he was also the Captains personal sparing partner. Caleb was glad that he didn't have to do the heavy labor like the rest of the crew, he wasn't built for that sort of thing. He was too lean, he had muscles, yes, but he was by no means burly. To make up for his frame Caleb was glad for his tall stature, without it he would have been a "rookie target" his first year at sea. The sparing matches were by far the best though. The Capitan was the best swords man in the world and it was an honor to practice with a man of such talent. Caleb learned the way of the sword as a lad, and though he had used a brad-sword as a child, his blade now was more like a rapier, but more durable as the blade was thicker.
Between eating stale rations, dueling with the Captian, scouting and drinking away his sorrows, Caleb was indeed a pirate. Even if he didn't like the face it, he was and it would never change.


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Pet Treasure

Gold Adorned Teal Bandana

Pirate Treasure Map

See the World

Globe Fruit


Brown Broken Bottle

Tentacle Chalice

Gin and Tonic

Tankard Of Grog

Lederhosen Overflowing Beer Stein


Dry Gin


Port Port

Pirate Rum

Tankard of Rum

Cask of Rum

Expired Coffee Beans

Stale Moldy Ship Biscuit


Scurvy Prevention Orange

Blue Parrot Plushie

Hastily Written Note From Georgiana

Dirty Scrap of Paper

Torn Scrap of Paper

Pet Friends

Nyphadora Tonks


Dalia Sabbah