Down underneath the first level of the ship was a room, separated from the crew quarters. Underneath the sil of the big wooden door, one could make out stray lamplight, and so it had been since the previous day at curfew. Because the Quartermaster had much work you see, and he was a night person anyway.<br/><br/>His name was Penn Ciel, called 'One Eye' by much of the crew because of the eyepatch he wore around his left eye. Although in reality nobody ws sure if that eye was actualy missing or not, Penn chose not to speak of it, and responded to repeated persistence by unsheathing his pen-sword arm in a threatening manner. And it t'was threatening, for Penn was a fine swordsman.<br/><br/>But enough about whether or not the Quartermaster actually has one eye, there are more pressing matters. During the previous nights, charts had been charted ad maps had been mapped. That might not make sense to you, but to Penn it made perfect sense. He'd taken inventory of all the ships supplies, and sampled some when it came to the on-board wenches might he add. And after all that hard work, the Quartermaster found himself quite sleepy, so he simply crashed, still sitting at his desk, wit his arms crossed underneath his head. If there were any crew still sleeping they were superhuman, for Penn was quite known for his snoring, especially after he'd worked all night.<br/><br/>"Where are my bitches! Where is my rum!"<br/><br/>Penn jerked awake from his slumber, blinking rapidly in an attempt to wake himself up. Though with all Queen Efer's yelling, he probably didn't need any help. She was complaining about.. her wenches and rum? Penn thought carefully, tracing his movements earlier in the night.<br/><br/>...oh lord.<br/><br/>Well, what the queen didn't know wouldn't hurt her, aye? With a grunt Penn roused himself out of his chair, arcing his back in a stretch until it popped, which always made him feel better. With a sigh, he retrieved his beat up and dusty black tricorn hat, along with a green coat and black trousers, though his two most prominent features were his afore mentioned black eyepatch and his near perfect teeth... which was odd for a pirate, but the Quartermaster had a thing about personal hygiene... his own anyway, he could care less what the crew did with themselves.<br/><br/>Emerging onto deck and rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his one natural hand, he grunted in greeting to everyone already on deck.