If you entered the Captain's Quarters of Captain Prawl, you would be in a small room with many decorations. If you looked to your right, there would be a small bed, just enough for a large man. To your immediate left, there would be a small desk, an old map laid out in the middle, one side of the curled paper being held down by a pistol, the other side, an ink jar with a quill sticking out the top.
If you took a gander at the walls, all over it were trophies and objects. A fine looking cutlass was hung up the wall, no dust on it at all, it was Phorth's personal weapon, one hundred and eighty-two men have met their death on the end of that cutlass. Up on the wall was also a shelf, and on that shelf stood four jars, each one containing some mystical and magical, although the captain has refused to tell anyone what is in them.
Other than a Jolly Roger, carved out of wood. There wasn't too much more on the wall, but it was more than enough to make the room seem cluttered.
If you took a gander at the walls, all over it were trophies and objects. A fine looking cutlass was hung up the wall, no dust on it at all, it was Phorth's personal weapon, one hundred and eighty-two men have met their death on the end of that cutlass. Up on the wall was also a shelf, and on that shelf stood four jars, each one containing some mystical and magical, although the captain has refused to tell anyone what is in them.
Other than a Jolly Roger, carved out of wood. There wasn't too much more on the wall, but it was more than enough to make the room seem cluttered.
