The captain laughed heartily at the shot taken at his new crew. "Aye! But they be a rowdy bunch, you see. I picked 'em specially." In reality of course, the Tom Leumas had just found them. Though they were all sea folk of a kind or another, it was true that some were better off than...others. "But never you mind them now, we have work that needs attendin'." The captain gestured to his quarters below deck, moving easily down the steps to the front deck. "Wait fer me inside while I take care of sum business up 'ere."<br/><br/>He turned jarringly, grasping the shoulder of a young sea swabbie. "Oi! You there. Wut's yer name?"<br/><br/>"Be-ben! Ben Thomas, sir!"<br/><br/>"Ben Thomas?!" He chimed back. "Well ye be in luck this night! Thomas is me first name. Welcome to me crew." The lad looked a little puzzled.<br/><br/>"But sir, wasn't I already a part of the crew?" Tom Leumas simply stared back at him.<br/><br/>"Not until I welcome ye, yer not." He walked away with an air of one who couldn't see it any other way. The idea was to keep the team distracted...on a need to know basis. Only those closest to him who he could trust would be setting their eyes on the real prize. The treasure of Atlantis. The pearl. The captain purposefully strode down to his quarters, eager to inform Sal. He made a mental note to include Rina on the gig later that night, but for now he had a different job in mind. Before descending his oaken steps, he shot a look up at Rina through the wood balcony.<br/><br/>"Yargh! Rina, I be needin' ye to mind the ship whilst I am away. Keep these chaps in form! Ye not be wantin' any trouble from me." And with a slightly mad cackle, he stepped down.