Gunner Gav shook as he faced them is anger mounting as he saw the bottle in TTT's hand. The last rum. His gaze narrowed in anger and need. He wanted rum and he'd kill anyone for it. At least that was his thought until he saw the bottle held out in his direction. He grinned. muttered something that sounded like a thank you and grabbed the bottle downing the rest of the rum and savouring the taste as he faced the irritated captain once more.<br/><br/>"Probly 'cuze none of the slaves are worth their weight in cammel dung," Gunner Gav said in response as to why no one had told the Captain they were low on rum. "Yah know what I always be a saying ma'am. Kill em when they be morons and save us all the hassle..." but then again he didn't want to do the cooking so that was probably a bad idea. He fell silent as she did her thing with maps. Gav had no clue what she was about. He couldn't care less. If there was no more rum he wanted someone's blood and he wanted it in the worst sort of way.<br/><br/>He leaned forwards to see what she was pointing at and grinned. They'd be able to get more then rum there, "Always brilliant Cap'ain" he said smiling. Gav didn't like to say words like most people did and his thick accent tended to make his speech even more strange to some folks. Those that knew him well didn't have a problem understanding him. Even if he did say things a little oddly and mispronounce words on purpose. Gav was a strange one. Blood thirsty, money hungry, and of all things Rum driven. He wanted his rum. It was the only thing he was thinking about. His rum. He looked at the empty bottle. "Let's get us some more Rum,"  he said raising his fist into the air. Delight and excitement clear in his features.