Deacon smiled a little as he tossed the hat over to Kathrine, letting the greedy little girl enjoy her new treasure. “Take good care of that lass, it be a might expensive piece.” That was the truth…partly… The hat itself was simple, not really all that expensive, but the modifications took some time and coin indeed, epically the golden trim that he knew would catch the woman’s eye. The moment of gift giving was interrupted, as many such moments normally are, by the need for a good doctor. On this ship a good doctor was something that many of the crew seemed to need on a daily basis. “Oh what ye gone and done ta ye’self this time lass?” He asked opening his small medical satchel and pulling out a roll of freshly cleaned bandage.<br/><br/>“Ye know it is times like this that make me wish I had some type of nurse... Ye could be goin ta them and not meself all the time with all ye little scrapes and cuts but alas, i be all ye be havin, poor little Deacon, alone to treat the ales of such a group of misfits.” With a skilled and well-practiced hand the old pirate quickly wrapped the bleeding wound the clean cloth bandage feeling slightly cool against the open wound, the disinfectant that it had been soaked in, hard spirits mostly, doing its work and making sure the wound stayed clean. “There…now on to other things.” The larger man turned and gave another hearty holler “Narkissos! Where be yer spider! I be bearin gifts for ‘er aswell.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>