The smell of blood was... rather overwhelming for Yagos' nostrils. Red was his favorite color and the whole ship now was painted by it. Well, until that doctrine started cleaning it...<br/><br/>Yagos stopped manning the ship and while whistling he started walking towards her slowly. Looking right into her eyes with his own black holes, he stopped in front of her and got on his knees. A smile carved his face.<br/><br/>"If you weren't singing that particular song with such a beautiful voice I would have cut your hands off for cleaning my painting... but I guess Captain wouldn't like seeing his ship like that either..." at this point Yagos let a sad sigh. "Oh, well..." he ripped a cloth from a body and started swabbing with the she-doctor while singing the same song. He did that for a whole hour when he remembered that he had a harbor to get to, a ship to fix and a crew to hire and not slay.<br/><br/>Another sad sigh...<br/><br/>He got up and went to the wheel. He stayed there until the ship found a port. Three days and nights passed one after another but he didn't move from the ship's wheel. Only sometimes he lifted his bottle of rum taking a small sip from it just to feel the warmth and the bittersweet taste sliding from his mouth into his intestines.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Porto di Serpenti"</span>(Port of Snakes) was the name of that infamous port Flying Rotsman reached. That place had everything. From ugly scallywags, sharing stories of treasure for a pint of ale, to sick prostitutes who could give you a time of filthy pleasure for a handful of rusty copper coins... That place was what Yagos was exactly looking for. Captain had been on this port before so Yagos knew where to find everything he needed.<br/><br/>He went into Captain Rotter's cabin. "My cap'n, we've reached a port. Imma find us a crew and fix the ship. Do you desire anything else from that filth of a place?"