<span style="color: #FF0000">Roth gave a boom of laughter as his old acquaintance finally turned to look at him. He clapped a shoulder to Nate's back as the barkeep began pouring rum into his canteen.<br/><br/>"What does one usually do in Tortuga?" he asked as the bartender finally lifted his bottle of rum and replaced it on the cabinet behind him. Roth raised his canteen to the air and answered his own question. "Drink!"<br/><br/>Roth took a large swig of his rum before finally turning to the other captain he had not introduced himself to. "Roth, by the way," he said, placing a hand on his chest. "It's a pleasure. We need someone to show the men up every now and then, they're all starting to get lazy." He gave Nate a friendly wink, as out of the corner of his eye he noticed a brooding figure standing against the bar. He raised his eyebrow, curious. No one was ever this serious in Tortuga.<br/><br/>"Anyone know who that guy is?" Roth asked, flicking his head in the direction of the mysterious stranger.</span>