Gunner Gav, or as he was sometimes known Gavin Anderson, however he hated this name much preferring to be called Gunner Gav, Gavin or simply Gav. Call him Gavin Anderson and your likely to end up skewered by a sword rather then get a pleasant response. Gavin wanted Rum. Not just any rum, but Rum! Good old fashion pirate smuggled rum with a capital on the r. This was the genuine article, the real deal. Rum!  Yes Gavin likes his rum and he was dying for a good bottle of rum.<br/><br/>Thus he made his way to the galley and started rummaging. No rum. He was frowning now no longer humming as he had been moments before. His eyes were narrowed and anger began to mount in the pirate. No rum. He went to the lower decks in search of a crate left unopened. Maybe just maybe someone had forgotten to refill the galley stocks of rum? He was hopping.<br/><br/>Three hours later and every square inch of ship searched still no rum. Now he was really mad. So much so that he walked right into the captains cabin without so much as a knock and declared loudly and angrily "there ain't no Rum!" As if the captain could produce some from thin air or somehow solve this issue. The anger was washing off him in visible waves. He shook from it. His eyes were dangerous, wild, deadly. If he couldn't have rum he was going to have blood!