"Good work, Crow, keep it up." Rotter looked most satisfied with his watchman, and apart from an itch on his leg, everything was going smoothly. "The rest of you, take notice of Ganelon the Crow. Why can't the rest of you fulfill your pointless tasks with as much enthusiasm?"<br/><br/>Captain Rotter then lowered his shoulders and looked rapidly from side to side, making sure no one was looking at him, despite the severe penalties there was for ignoring something important he said to the crew. Not listening to his pointless orders or general chatter was perfectly acceptable to him, but not listening when on a rare occasion he gave an actual order was a death penalty, or at least worthy of a severe scolding. As such, new crew members soon learned to always pay attention when he talked, and then afterwards they choose to forget.<br/><br/>Hunched over and trying to look inconspicuous, captain Rotter started climbing the mast, making his way to the crow's nest at a leisurely speed. Half-way up he stopped to catch his breath, scratch his leg and change coat. Of the three coats he wore at once the middle one and the outer-most one swapped position, although there was barely any difference between them. This had to be done here, for whatever reason, before Rotter continued his journey upwards.<br/><br/>"Ganelon, you are alone, right? It is safe to talk?" Rotter looked around the small area of the crow's next with narrow eyes, making himself look as obviously suspicious as possible. "I have something to tell you, but I need to know you can be trusted. No one else must know this; it is between you and I."<br/>Rotter had said the exact same thing to every one of his crew members whose names he remembered. It was between just the two of them.<br/>"The Pearl of Atlantis is not a part of a treasure, or a way to a greater treasure. It is not a map or a key. The Pearl<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>the full treasure, and we will find it, and it will be worth more than the thre treasures of Eldorado and Lemuria combined. Rumors go about it here and there, but few know much about it, however I have found perhaps the best clue so far; the most reliable. ganelon, Captain Tom Leumas and his Convoy of Souls is the key to this so we need to find him, and I need you to tell me as soon as you see his ship. Or any ship. Or any harbor. If you spot something other than water, then yell. Even if it is only a kraken or a leviathan below, then say so, because this treasure is supposed to be so big that not one crew can carry it. The Pearl is so valuable that we cannot let sloth or our own sense of security get in the way. If you see a volcano erupting, then tell me. If you see a steam of herring, then tell me. If you see anything at all, then-"<br/><br/>Rotter scratched his leg again and made a soft curse: "Rum-soaked fi'lsticks 'n dewlaps." He turned to look at Ganelon and opened his mouth to speak again when his body suddenly jerked to the right. His entire body seemed to be yanked backwards and thrown over the side of the crow's next by some invisible force.<br/><br/>He hurled through the air with a dissatisfied look, grumbling to himself more soft curses, and the bandages that covered his body beneath the layers of coats shot out and grabbed hold of the mast, shot further out and latched itself onto crew members, railing and doorknobs and steered the fall of Rotter, who still looked supremely annoyed, falling with his arms crossed.<br/><br/>The bandages opened the hatch on the deck, and the bandage that held onto the mast reduced the velocity of his fall, the other bandages changed his trajectory and captain Rotter crashed headfirst below the deck where he lay for a short moment, cursing slightly more violently, before the bandages once more latched onto every object within reach and dragged the captain's body through the ship, into the supply room where Aris was hiding.<br/><br/>"'n burn thar wives wit' a glass o' tha saltae foam o' the Devil's rabies 'self!" he yelled, his face starting to turn a slight shade of red and his typically unused pirate accent becoming pronounced. The bandages let go of the surroundings and reattached themselves to his body and he managed to get back up.<br/>He looked around the room, inspecting the wood on the floor and the walls. He grumbled again when he found an area where the wood had been carved. In fact, he more than grumbled, his face turned a shade of purple and he stormed out the room. A few second later he could be heard roaring from the deck:<br/>"Whoe'er thought I'd be speakin' in jest when I tol' no man t'carve inner the Rotsman, step forth 'n be a summarly mur-dred. I'll throw yer limb carcass o'er the side, while ye still live, and 'fore ye hit yer waves I'll ram the bow o' tha ship in yer skull mid-fall! Who did it? No one? Good, I 'sume ye were dead already."<br/><br/>Rotter looked around his men as he regained composure and normal color in his cheeks. He then said in his normal, cheerful voice: "Now, let me not catch anyone having cut into the ship again, or I'll choose half of you at random, and cut your heads off. Carry on, swab away, and keep on the lookout"<br/><br/>And as if nothing had happened the Rotsman continued, waiting to see Captain Tom Leumas and have a... chat.