"Indeed she would be me friend. Such a good littl spider deserves a good treat ery'now and den for keeping our ship so nice and clean." Deacon had grown to accept the little spider as a constant in the crew these past few years, and the spider had shown her uses time and time again. Biggest use of all was helping to doctor weed out infection by getting rid of the flea bitten rats that enjoyed the lower decks. He extended his hand to allow the spider to crawl up along it's well worn surface, enjoying the small tickling sensation the little legs gave as his other brought up the cage. "Ear ya go little un, enjoy ye treat."  The doctor skillfully opened the cage with his other hand, letting the mouse up along his upper arm before turning his head towards the First Mate. Another constant with the ship was her intimidating figure, the stone that kept them afloat. "Aye I be here Amalia, i aint gonna be letting ye all go ta ya deaths now without someone to stitch ye up." His voice was rather quiet when he spoke, but like other long serving crew she never really needed to question where his loyalty's lied or where he would be when the ship set sail so why get loud.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>