Gill couldn't have been happier. He successfully started a mutiny, replaced the old captain with some complete stranger who had immediately begun working to his title, and had declared him loyal enough for a 'promotion'.<br/><br/>Really, what more could he have asked for? The new fellow, Ned, was either a moron, or pretending to be a moron. Loyal? He'd literally just thrown the previous captain to the wolves to replace him with an unknown. Loyalty was not his primary attribute. Nor his secondary. And his tertiary attribute was definitely his tendency towards sloth.<br/><br/>Nonetheless he was now the 'Head' Boatswain. Not that it particularly mattered overmuch. A Boatswain by any other name was still probably a Boatswain.<br/><br/>Further enjoyment was to be had when Rina had come up to play her own cards. She'd been close to old Leumas, wherever he was hiding. And the slight scuffle with Ned had been expected. The curse however? That was a new one.<br/><br/>Not that he felt like helping Ned. He simply smiled and enjoyed the show. When it was over, Ned had decided to drag him along with his curvy captive to 'his' new quarters. Gill followed. Not fully interested in this chain of events, but it benefitted him to appear trustworthy. He'd be privvy to information. And knowledge was power.<br/><br/>He'd situated himself cross legged on a chair off to the side. Resting his head on the palm of his hand, he stared half asleep as Dread Ned and Rina the Reasonably Attractive Soul Thief bantered and bickered and expediated the plot.<br/><br/>Somewhere halfway through these events, the ships cat had hopped up onto his lap. And it was at that point that he realised his left leg was asleep.<br/><br/>He did find it interesting that demons were not only real, but didn't need permission to lay claim to a soul. Also that they had breasts. That was another interesting tidbit. He'd always assumed that Succubi at least had the decency to sleep with a man before screwing him.<br/><br/>What was also interesting is that Leumas had believed the Pearl of Atlantis to be real. A treasure spoken of in stories, exaggerated beyond all realistic possibilites in bars and taverns all along the coasts. If Tom had any inkling as to its whereabouts, he had clearly been in no hurry to find it. Fame. Fortune. Money. So much money. Enough that he could retire to a mansion in the countryside and fool around with serving girls till the end of his days.<br/><br/>He scratched the scruffy ratcatcher behind its ears, and it purred at him. The slight vibration of the creature sent sparks through his frozen leg. It would scratch him if he tried to move it. The selfish furry bastard.<br/><br/>When the man with the fabulous moustache entered the Captains Quarters rather abruptley, Gill found himself once more fully invested in the proceedings. He was 'looking for his papers'? How obvious could one be? You didn't just barge into the Captains Quarters and start rummaging through things.And he certainly wasn't the navigator. Gill hadn't cared to learn the names of his fellow crewmates; he didn't care. But he was good with faces. So good with faces in fact that he immediately recognized that none of the crew had a moustache quite so fantastic.<br/><br/>It was a splendid moustache.<br/><br/>And yet Ned seemed to barely care. Even Rina realised the ridiculousness of this finely groomed man and yet the new captain of not an hour had decided to be as oblivious as possible.<br/><br/>Well. At least he captained. Still a fair bit better than Leumas. And if he was truly an idiot, he could be easily manipulated. Rina'd likely see to that. She seemed keen on the Pearl. No need for Gill to stick his neck out.<br/><br/>" By the way , " A grin crossed her face. " You have forgotten that the botswain has been watching this the entire time."<br/><br/>He smiled cheerfully and waved. The cat on his lap took the opportunity to roll onto its back so the Boatswain could rub its belly. "Oh don't let me interrupt. You two make a cute couple." He chuckled. Playing the fool. Or not playing. Maybe he was a fool and was actually pretending he wasn't.<br/><br/>"Still can't help but think, now that we're all friends, we can untie the pretty lady and decide on how best to pick up this Pearl that everyone seems to believe exists." He glanced casually over to the mustachioed 'navigator'. He wanted in on the secret? Then best make that secret not so secret. Spread information freely, and use that to your advantage.<br/><br/>"Now the way I see it, is our rivals have a flyin' dinghy. Outrunning it? Not an option. Beatin the fabled Captain Rotter himself anywhere without a fancy set of wings isn't possible. So why try? Even if we did get there first, they'd just ambush us on the way out an' loot our corpses for the prize. So, howsabout we do the ambushin. Put up a good show of racin them around the world an' all that, but let them do the dirty work. Take the profits for ourselves. Catch'em on the ground. I mean, legendary flyin ship? Too spooky for me. Regular seadogs trudgin' around on the ground? Cannon fodder. Rotsman won't be able to fight us without any crew. Flyin' or not."<br/><br/>The cat sitting on his sleeping leg stretched its neck out as he scratched at its chin. "Saves us a lot of time and effort. Then we can all go back to port, rich as kings, and drink and fuck and be merry till we puke ourselves to death."