As they were gathering all the loot into the middle of the ship Yagos was filling an empty rum bottle with the captain's blood from the ship they just raided. You see Wolf Eyes Yagos had a whole collection with bottles filled with blood of captains and first mates he had slain. He was just sitting there, balancing on his left knee, as he was slowly slitting the captain's throat and filling the bottle with thick, crimson blood. There was no reaction on his face. Either good or bad. He was just quietly waiting for the bottle to fill. Only someone with the eyes of a hawk would see just a tiny bit of his tongue slidding through his lips.<br/><br/>As soon as the bottle filled with the precious liquid he stood up and went for the gathered booty. Suddenly a knife was pinned on a wooden crate. That meant the crate belonged to Crow now. Inside the whole booty he found some bottles of rum. He took some of them. It was the only thing he asked from the whole loot. He didn't care about money and food...well, feeding was another story to be told some other time. Let's just say that he could eat normal food too... He didn't even care about how he looked. His look was a very simple one to start with. Wolf Eyes Yagos was always shirtless. Be it winter or summer. He had a huge scar starting from the left of his chest and ending at the right side of his pelvis and more smaller scars of various shapes and lengths. The lower half of his body was covered by leather pants, dark in color, which they ended up into his boots of same color and material, which were tightened by three small belts on each. His chain was always wrapped around his right arm. On his waist he had a rapier on the left side and a small knife on the right. When in battle that knife was always between his teeth. The last thing on him was a triange-like, pirate hat of black color of course covering the upper layer of his long dark hair that ended on his shoulders. Two wolf-like eyes, hence the name, were above an artistic nose, looking everyone and everything like two black botomless pits. His lips were thick, circled by a short-trimmed goatee that he was really proud of.<br/><br/>But enough with descriptions. Yagos took one of the rum bottles, pulled the cork out with his teeth and then he let a really small drople of the captain's blood fall inside the rum. A pervish green carved his face. He took a big sip and then aboarded the Flying Rotsman leaving a nightmarish laughter as he was ascending. When he aboarded on the flying vessel he saw a conversation reaching at an end. A participant was a new person he had never seen. It was a girl. Not a sight common in a ship. He saluted the Captain. "Everything's good Capetanie!" he said with a bloody grin on his face and then went and stood at the forecastle deck staring at the endless see, taking small sips from his rum. Behind him the fast sound of stabbing reached his ears. Once more a sick smile scarred his face in the thought of blood.