A quarrel on deck, The Captain, Queen Efer was scolding someone. Being the Curious little Bugger he was, He slowly pushed himself to the front of the pack and crew, watching as Efer yelled at the witch doctor, and told her what to do. The young pirate stared as the witch doctor took the wrap and began taking steps to correct it. He hoped she would succeed in her endeavors, after all, It was mostly his fault the shark was taken in the first place. Not by anything he did, But just by being there at all. He wasn't Called Galleon Ship-Wrecker for nothing. In fact, Any great ship with success was ultimately doomed once he joined on. Not one ship had lasted a year with him on board, and yet somehow, He was always the one to get out without losing a limb or life. An Oddity in it's own right. Some legends Speculate the term,"Lucky Salt" was coined because he was the exact opposite. Hand's Down the most Unlucky Sailor of the Seven sea's. He once blew a ships hull skyward, with it's own cannon. How this happened, was left to speculation, for not even he could explain the happenings... Goat's were involved.<br/><br/>He quietly listened on to the ramblings of the captain and Doctor alike, feeling a sort of push for him to reveal his legendary issue, But he had stayed quiet this long, and as long as the crew didn't rat him out for the countless mishaps, That was how it would stay. Though it would be his luck for something to go wrong, and blame being able to be passed back to him. The Young Pirate watched as efer left, Watching The Doctor return to her voodoo. Such an Odd magic...He would have remained unknown to the rest of the crew, had it not been for the events that began almost like a wild fire.<br/><br/>Standing a full 5'10, black hair covering his dark blue eyes, watched the doctor go about her business, Pulling his Black Jacket around his white tunic. Laying on hand on his Notched Cutlass, The other rested on a single fire pistol. At first glance, it would seem that nothing was out of the ordinary, but on closer inspection, the hammer and striking pin was pulled back. All that had to be done was touch the trigger, and it would go off. As he turned away from the doctor to return to his errands, He saw the Prisoner they had captured from the Rotsmen walking around on deck, only to slowly fall to sleep below the helm. He brushed off his black pants in distaste for the laziness of the new crew member, But wasn't going to say anything. With his luck, Even shackled he would lose. The notches in his Cutlass weren't from People he had killed.<br/><br/>As he walked along the deck, trying to remember what he was asked to do, his Leather Shin high boots began to sag below their place. As he looked down to see it, He twisted his face in annoyance and picked up speed to get somewhere to fix it really quick. As he looked back up, He saw a low hanging rope, neck level coming right for him. He deftly limbo'd and twisted around to stick out his tongue, before continuing his stride. Maybe his luck was Turning around. As he turned back to his path, His head collided with a low hanging wooden pole. He fell to the ground with such force that the but of his pistol smacked onto the ground with a loud Boom. The Hammer lock unhinged and fired his only shot. He looked up to see the Ball of hot lead bury itself in the rail two inches from the witch doctors place. Knowing he might be keelhauled for it, He switfly got to his feet and hopped over one of the cannons on deck to go and plead for forgiveness. That ended well with him misjudging his jump and slipping on the cold steel of the cannon he intended to clear. He felled forward and landed sharply ontop of the unforgiving steel, knocking the wind out of him.<br/><br/>His fumblings hadn't ended just yet as he slide forward, landing on the softest part of his head, before sprawling out onto the ground next to the cannon. He laid there for several seconds, Collecting the many stars that were jarred loose from his fall."Oh....Bugger... Only I could be Felled By a Shoe..." He said in a heavy Accent, taking this chance to stay still, in fear that more could go wrong. He closed his eyes and waited for the beatings, all the while listening to the crew members laugh at his display.