Surprisingly enough, it was the ships Doctor, "Dragon Fang' Maiden, that retrieved the charts Penn requested. He gave her a quizzical glance as she set the charts down upon a nearby table, then his face soured again as he turned to face the crew members still on deck.<br/><br/>"OI SCALAWAGS! THE DOCTOR'S GOT BETTA 'TINGS TO DO THEN PLAY ERRAND GIRL F'R ME! NEXT TIME I G'VE AN ORDER AND ONE 'F YOUR LOWLIVES DON'T ANSWER, THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY!"<br/><br/>Penn loved to yell.. especially when he was at the helm. Maybe because it made him feel important, or maybe because yelling at the crew was simply fun. Either way he enjoyed it, and he couldn't stop a grin from plastering itself across his face after he finished berating the crew. Sliding the table closer to the helm, he studied a few of his charts as he absent mindedly steered the ship. He'd been doing this job long enough to steer the ship with one foot<span style="font-style: italic">backwards</span>if he wanted.<br/><br/>But, one chart<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>missing. Penn cave his chin a thoughtful scratch: he could start yelling again... but there was a bottle of rum he remembered to be left on his desk. The Quartermaster often did his job even better drunk, so why not kill two birds with one stone? Penn turned his head and let out a high-pitched whistle.<br/><br/>"You there, cabin boy! Watch t'e helm for a moment, would ya?"<br/><br/>The lad nodded, eager to please his superiors. So it ws that Penn made his way back to his Quarters. On his way he began to pass the Doctor's own office. He did so enjoy the ship, Penn did. The dark brown wood, the creaking of the ship, the blood-stained floor...<br/><br/>Penn halted in his steps and turned a quizzical eye at the corpse before him. One of the older crew members, with a very nasty puncture wound in his head. His curious gaze then rose to Maiden, for it was her office he was looking into. He raised a questioning eyebrow as he entered. "Catch a wee bit of trouble, did we lass?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. Kneeling down he rifled around in the man's pockets a little... before his eye caught two things: his boots and sword. Both of which, were in better condition than his own items. "Oi Maiden, you wouldn't mind if I exchanged a few things with this here waste o'flesh would ya? It's not like he'll be needin' them anyway."