Early morning. Time for his first nap. One of many. Boatswain Gilligan lay sprawled out up in the rigging, enjoying the sun and not getting a whole lot of work done. The rest of the crew paid him no mind. Even if he hadn't somehow become the new captains favorite, they all knew better than to disturb the Boatswain.<br/><br/>The last man to have tried was still rather confused.<br/><br/>He woke to the sound of one of the crew climbing over him, headed up to the crows nest. Stepped right on top of him and grinned! The nerve! Having the wind stomped out of his lungs had very quickly woken him from his rest.<br/><br/>So much for his early morning nap.<br/><br/>Gill yawned loudly and scooted over to lean up against the mast. Staring out over the ocean. Always calmed him, and helped him focus his thoughts on important matters. Such as where the hell WAS Tom Leumas?<br/><br/>Deep philosophical questions aside, he was once more drawn from his contemplations by that same grinning bastard from before. He'd spotted a ship. In the sky. Intriguing. Also, a bird had landed on Neds head. "Now this I've got to see."<br/><br/>He descended the rigging as fast as he could, just in time to witness Ned shouting at birds. A starling, to be exact. A messenger from Captain Rotter himself, apparently. Not that that came as a surprise. How many other ships flew? Probably just the one or two.<br/><br/>Ned appeared to have a hangover. Of course, that's what happened when you drank yourself under the table. You woke up under the table. He piped up a few of his own comments to the messenger bird. This could lead to something of interest.<br/><br/>At some point, Rina stumbled in as well. Drunk as a skunk still. Really quite unprofessional. You'd never catch Gill in the sauce. No sir. Always bright eyed and bushy tailed. Except when fast asleep. Or half asleep. Or just daydreaming. Really just most of the time.<br/><br/>But never because of the drink.<br/><br/>Rotter went on to claim his vast superiority as a pirate and demand an unconditional surrender. And when Ned had obviously refused such a ridiculous demand, he tried to convince the crew to stage yet another mutiny.<br/><br/>They'd have done it too. Ned wasn't particularly likeable and nobody'd even bothered getting to know him! But he was also quite loud. The mob had settled for now, but it was good to know he'd be able to convince them to throw Ned over the side if the urge to fight the power ever struck the Boatswain again.<br/><br/>Or if he was just a little too bored. Not like you needed a good reason to mutiny.<br/><br/>Gill stroked his beard for several long, drawn out moments, before slapping a fist into his palm enthusiastically.<br/><br/>"Mutiny! Brilliant! Why didn't I think of it before? It's all so simple."<br/><br/>He placed a hand on his alcoholic captains shoulder. "Good news sir, you're no longer the Captain. I'm the Captain. Now, listen closely 'First Mate Ned', as I explain your new captains brilliant plan!"<br/><br/>Gilligan crossed his arms and nodded sagely as he continued. "Rotter wants us to mutiny, of course. Doesn't want to get his hands dirty, the lazy bastard. But I'm a lazier bastard by far, and I'll be damned if I see him do less than me. So, we're not going to refuse him. Fighting back? Too hard. I could get stabbed! Been stabbed before. Really hurts. So we just give him what he wants."<br/><br/>He raises a finger and grins. "Or so he thinks. He wants Toms old papers, right? All of them. So we carry them up to him. Not the relevant ones of course. We keep those obviously. I play the role of the asskissing new Captain and suck up to the legendary Pirate Captain Rotter, while you and some of the crew get a free ticket onto his flyin' boat under the pretense of carrying all those books."<br/><br/>"I'll distract the silly sod while you and Rina sabotage the boat and send them all to the depths."<br/><br/>Gill's smile widens as he basks in his own cleverness. Truly a more deceitful scumbag has never lived. What would the Whop Molly do without its Boatswain? Sink! Just straight up sink into the sea. It was a well known possibility that ships without Boatswains could sink. As far as he knew, no ship WITH a Boatswain had ever sunk before. But that was probably because this was the only ship he knew of that had a Boatswain.<br/><br/>He nudged Rina. "And just think, you'll be right there with us to laugh in Rotters face as we blow his ship out of the sky."<br/><br/>He turned to one of the crewmen still standing around. "And if we play our cards right, we may even get our gold rewards BEFORE we start killing everyone. I mean really. When has lying to people and stabbing them in the back ever turned out poorly for anyone?"<br/><br/>Gilligan turned to appraise the crew. "Now where's that navigator with the fabulous moustache? I need to borrow his hat! If I'm going to pretend I'm the captain I should be wearing a fantastic hat."<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment. Stared around as if looking for something. A ponderous look in his eyes. Suddenly, he turned to Rina. "No, seriously, where DID old Tom go anyways?"