Captain Ned lounged on his ship, though in truth it wasn't so much a ship as 6 rum barrels lashed together floating on the sea; and the barrels were not so much floating on the sea as being carried on the back of a spermwhal that liked to split its time between swimming and stalking Ned. Ned was so relaxed on his barrels that he almost didn't notice when Francine stopped next to a ship, if it weren't for the cracking of the wood as she easily drove her horn through the side of the ship or the screams of the man on the other side of the wood that was now  impaled on her horn he might have just dozed there for the rest of the afternoon. Casually opening one eye Ned happened to notice a ship that obviously belonged to him, for obvious reasons, resting on the ocean admittedly now at a slight angle because of Francine pushing against it, just waiting for his orders.<br/><br/>Getting off the barrels Ned walked, a slight hop in his step, up the spermwhals horn and nimbly jumping on the edge of the now tilted ship. Standing at his full height of six feet Ned stood proudly on the railing of the ship in nothing but a pair of cloth trousers, two daggers hanging from either hip, and his shaggy blonde hair lazily not moving in the wind. Slightly tanned and athletically muscled Ned promptly fell off the rail and face first onto the deck. Quickly composing himself Ned hopped back to his feet and turned to his new crew, obviously they were his for they were on his ship, and spoke to them.<br/><br/>"You all saw that, the ship attacked me first I had no choice but to respond with a headbutt." Ned casually dusted himself off while he spoke which was completely unnecessary since there was no dust on him. Feeling composed again Ned hopped back up on the ships railing and faced the crew proudly once again.<br/><br/>"Y'arr I am Captain Ned the Dread the only man so famous no one has heard of him. But of course you know this being my loyal crew on my loyal ship the-" Ned stopped himself and suddenly pointed at a random crew member.<br/><br/>"You, remind me what my loyal ships name is I seem to have misplaced it in my brain."<br/><br/>"Uh the m-m-Molly Whop." The pirates stammer was not from being nervous but a speech impediment he had been struggling with since just that moment.<br/><br/>"Why in the world did I name this ship the Molly Whop it's a horrible name, from now on it shall be called the Whop Molly. Yes that is a much more fitting name for a pirate ship with which we shall do all sorts of pirating things with." Crouching down Ned swept his eyes across his new crew with a devious glint in his eyes. "Are you ready to drink rum, plunder ships, drink rum, get women, drink rum, get so rich no ship could carry it, and drink more rum! Also did I mention the drinking of rum?" Standing back up Ned smirked at his crew. "Oh I know you think anyone of you would rather be captain but none of you have a spermwhal obsessed with you and I assure you if anyone on this ship harms me Francine here will destroy this ship and kill anyone on it. Hey Francine get your horn outa my ship!"<br/><br/>The ship groaned as it started to lift up with the spermwhals horn until the wood around it splintered letting the horn free. The ship fell back to the ocean salt water spraying upwards as the ship displaced the water around it. Rising all the way out of the water Francine's eye came just to the top of the railing her body half the length of the ship. With a disgusted flip of her horn Francine sent the impaled body flying across the ocean even managing to get it to bounce across the water three times. Ned looked back at Francine with a derisive smirk on his face.<br/><br/>"You know I bet if you had tried you could have gotten four skips, oh you got a little blood all over your horn." Ned laughed as he watched Francine shake her horn frantically before dipping it in the water. Turning back to the crew Ned was pleasantly rewarded with many astounded stares as he spoke. "Now this may be a quaint one hundred ton galleon and she may only be a fifty ton-" Interrupted by Francine bumping the boat at the mention of her weight Ned regained his balance before resuming. "A big spermwhal she could still easily destroy this ship and everyone on it." Delighted at the look of fear and awe spreading among the crews faces Ned decided to throw in the winning touch.<br/><br/>"Now don't worry my loyal crew I brought presents. You the one with the face and the straw hat." Ned pointed at Rina as he spoke completely unaware that was her name.<br/><br/>"Look over yonder on the back of that bloated fish I rode in on." As if on cue Francine the spermwhal huffed and as everyone knows when a spermwahl huffs it results in her shooting water out of her blowhole, luckily for the crew only Ned and the man impaled on Francine's horn were hit by the water though the man surely didn't care, what with the being dead and all. Wet and slightly slimy Ned resumed speaking though with a slight scowl on his face.<br/><br/>"You will see six barrels tied together." Suddenly speaking in a slight whisper as if it were some sort of secret Ned continued. "And in those six barrels are three full barrels of rum." Noticing the quizzical looks of the crew Ned just shrugged. "What, I got thirsty. Now are any of you salty dogs gonna go get that fine rum or do I have to drink the other three barrels alone?"