Gunner Gav watched the hanging with a detached aloofness that might seem odd to anyone who didn't know him. For anyone who wasn't the captain or maybe TTT that is. Anyone who didn't know that Gunner Gav always took on that distant almost aloof look about him when he watched the cruelty of others around him. It wasn't as some would believe that he disapproved, for the contrary was true. He enjoyed it far too much. But long ago Gunner Gav had learned that the frightening gleam in his eyes and the leering smile on his lips tended to make people fear him in a way Gunner Gav never enjoyed. He was as some would believe crazy, but he wasn't all that crazy. Just a little on the eccentric side is all. Gunner Gav looked at the hanging with that aloof expression now to hide the true glee he felt at what he had discovered. An expression that made this seem boring.<br/><br/>When it was done and the captain turned to him looking the male over Gunner Gav gave her a thin lipped smile. Another famous expression of his that spoke more then mere words could.<span style="font-style: italic">That's not all I brought you,</span>but again as per his usual he remained stoically quiet and watched. Watched as she had her fun. He wasn't interested in the slave or his manly bits. He was only interested in what the man offered them. Gunner Gav kept drinking his rum enjoying it. Oh it was good rum. Not as good as could be had on Pirate Cove, but good indeed. Pirate Cove was hard to reach and coin was the only way to get Rum there. No pirate would dare a raid on Pirate Cove.<br/><br/>Gunner Gav let his mind wander as he watched in silence. The Princess's Treasure would be jewels of course. Riches that no sane pirate could pass on. That meant she'd either be moving them in secret, since she was from this shardhell, her palace being about three ticks north of this little town. Or she'd be heavily escorted. He doubted the later since no one had heard of the move.<br/><br/>One could safely bet a Guardian and her pet bodyguard could be on board... He shivered at the thought. Hellshards that. It would be very bad news for them if they ran into the Guardians... They'd have to keep a low profile or they'd be searched. On the plus side Guardians didn't care about piracy that was for the local lawmans to deal with, but their little secret weapon, their 'time machine' would be something the Guardians were interested in. Since it let them get out of the Splinters and into the forbidden realms.  The term shardworlds is a derogatory term for the splinters meaning there nothing more then just mirrors of reality or fragments. A lot of people use the derogatory term amongst the civilian population. Any aristo or noble person would refer to the Splinters as splinters and find it very offensive to have them referred to as shardworlds. Much the same as fogworld is the slang term for the forbidden realms. The term fogworld means that the 'world' and Gunner Gav uses that term loosely is so behind their current technology that it is in a fog state. Really their a bunch of pussies there.<br/><br/>Gunner Gav nodded to her, he respected the captain that's why he followed her orders. "I'd like another three slaves for the gun decks. Some of em are getting old and slow, takes too long to work. Don't clean me guns right," he said slipping into his use of corrupted english. His words slightly slurred from drink, "I thinks me gunna find me a lass to take the edge off, if that be fine?" He grinned at her and finished his rum tossing the bottle to the ground near his feet where it shattered into shards of glass. "a pretty lass," he continued on. "I'll send Runner to get TTT." he said as he started to walk away. "We'll be top side in an hour captain." And with that he was gone from sight. Typical Gunner Gav. He'll obey orders, but he'll do it his own way. That doesn't mean he isn't loyal simply that he's always been a little on the strange side of things.<br/><br/>Gunner Gav walked down the road a few feet and found the man he called Runner, he was one of the 'old slaves' who'd earned their freedom by sheer force of will and loyalty. He was a part of the crew now. But Runner wasn't like them all. He had a clipped ear and hard features and he didn't speak. Which was odd. But he somehow got the job done. Gunner Gav grabbed him off the man he was currently cutting up and yanked him to his feet. "Go tell TTT to be top side in an hour, tell him to bring whatever slave he wishes or their gunna be left," he released Runner who bowed his head and dashed off. Gunner Gav laughed and walked down the lane in search of a lass and more rum...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Runner had been a part of the crew since the first raid under captain Sekesh, when he'd been captured as a slave and by Gunner Gav to do the work int he gun decks. For years he'd worked and on one faithful day the gunner who'd been operating the gun for witch Runner was a slave had died by an explosion. Runner had taken over the gun and proven his worth as a gunner. He had a skill with guns that were only outmatched by people like Gunner Gav. Runner had been freed that year, proving he would be loyal to the ship. Loyal tot he captain. She'd freed him and he owed his loyalty to her for it. Her and the ship. He'd die before he betrayed them.<br/><br/>His past was hidden mystery and the fact he never spoke meant no one even knew his name. Runner didn't care, he'd earned the name Runner about a month into service when Gunner Gav had needed to call him something and figured out that Runner could well run really fast and get places quickly. So hence the name Runner. Runner found it just as good as any other name they could have given him so he just nodded acquiescence and accepted it. He went by Runner now, but Runner never forgot his real name or his past. He never would even if it wasn't known to anyone else.<br/><br/>Runner had done his part during the raid, followed orders as always. Silent and true. Loyal to a fault. He'd killed none of the people and when they had won through he'd taken a slave and started with the cutting. He liked to cut and bath in blood. That and rum. He'd been drinking and cutting when Gunner Gav had lifted him off his very dead victim and set him on his feet before him. Runner had listened to what Gunner Gav said and nodded. He hated to have his fun cut short, but such was the way of things. So he'd nodded and done as he'd been ordered.<br/><br/>Runner ran straight to the manner house where he'd heard tell was TTT. He searched and in no time found the man. He bowed low and indicated the ship light in the dim light of the fires. He held up one finger to indicate an hour and bowed his head in respect. Awaiting TTT's reaction, comment or questions. As always Runner was silent. No one had ever heard the man speak in his whole life, but all knew the former slave was loyal and willfull. It was why he was free now.