<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Gabriel</span></span><br/>Gab swept up behind Richmond and put an arm around his shoulder before he could leave.<br/><br/>"Come on Richy Rich," he exclaimed, "We just avoided getting blasted into a million pieces! Now isn't the time to lock yourself in a room where you'll just stew over it and get all horrified a the prospect, now's the time to do as First Mate Oliver suggested and break into the Rum a little bit." He shook the higher born man in a friendly manner and added, "Take you mind of the fact that you were staring death in the face!"<br/><br/>As much as it might seem like he was badgering him, Gab was still familiar with how he'd acted after his first near miss with a deadly foe, and it had nearly messed him up. If it weren't for the other crew members looking out for him, he probably would have sat in a dark room and worried himself into a nervous wreck like Richmond was no doubt going to over his numbers.<br/><br/>"what do ya' say?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Red Leadson</span></span><br/>As the gunner Lu was walking, Red came up beside him.<br/><br/>"Looking for a smithy that sells cannon supplies?" He asked him sternly. While Red was also in his casuals, a plain if not high quality shirt and sailors breeches covered by his favorite leather trench coat, he was still looking to do his job before his pleasure. Sure, he was going to get a drink, but he preferred if men got their jobs done without getting drunk first.<br/><br/>"I was just heading down to one such place that also happens to sell weaponry of all kinds, if you'd care to accompany me." Red added as he gave Lu what was probably the most stern look Red could give.