You gather along the ship’s rail to get your first look at Freeport. After all of the stories of the notorious pirate city, it seems smaller than you expected, but you can see from the variety of ships at anchor that its reputation for being a place where anything goes is well deserved. A tall, elegant elven clipper is docked just yards from a squat and deadly looking orc privateer. As your ship gets closer to the dockside you can see members of almost every race you have ever heard of among the sailors and merchants going about their business.
“A brave sight it be, aye?” You try not to jump as Captain Fletcher materializes beside you. He heaves a deep sigh, and wipes an insubstantial tear away with one lace cuff.
“I never thought to see Freeport again,” he says, “but here we be, safe and sound. Now all that be left to do is to convey the gem to th’ Pirate God’s temple… along w’ me bones, o’ course, and our association be ended. I shall go to my much-deserved rest, while ye, me good mates, go on to lead happy and prosperous lives. Perhaps at the last, which I trust, be many years hence, we shall meet again, and tip back some fine ale together o’er the grand adventures we’ve shared.”
Captain Fletcher turns his attention to the city. “See yon building, far to the larboard end o’ the piers there?” he continues. "That be the left-hand side to ye land lubbers. That grand establishment be the Last Resort, said ta be the finest lodgings in Freeport. Forgive me for saying that ye’ll look a bit rougher than the usual mugs they git, but with some coin and a bit o’ luck, I reckon they’ll let you stay fer a while. Away on the starboard side o’town be Scurytown, and well named it be, at that. I’ve toasted the spoils and drunk away me sorrows many a time after some daring exploit in tha end o’ town. Perhaps when ye’ve the time ye’ll visit the Chumhouse. There it be, on the end o’ the pier there, an’ drink t’ th’ fond memory o’ old Ned Fletcher. Have a care fer yer valuables there, though, fer it draws all manner o’scurvy bilge rats to it.
"And that be Freeport in a bottle, mates. Merchants with thar wealth at th’ one end, and rogues w’ their daggers a’ th’ other. Them walls in the middlebe the Old City, where the Captain’s Council be, and well placed they are, ha’ way between the merchants and the cut throats.
“Now, the temple o’ the God o’ th’ Pirates be in th’ temple district, as ye might expect, and th’ be behind th’ Merchant District. See the Last Resort? th’ grand hotel I pointed out t’ye? Starting from there, ye goes more or less nor’east through the Merchant District, wit’ all its big, fancy houses, fer a little under ha’ a mile. Ye’ll be able t’ tell when ye come to th’ Temple District. The Temple o’ the Pirate God’ll be about th’ first one ye’ll come to that way. Easy enough to spot, it be, for it ‘ll have the Jolly Rodger a’ grinning down above it. I’ll meet ye there. Best that I don’ go wit’ ye through th’ city proper. A gentleman in me condition might draw unwelcome attention.”