There was never anywhere like home… This was something true for all me and women who ever walked across the earth, but something people learned quickly was home was never where you expected it to be. For the good doctor Deacon Harland home was not the land of his birth, the rocky shores of the northlands where storm and sea spray were engraved in a man’s blood and bone. No, Home for the good doctor had always been the sea. First it was the sea side home, then his school by the shore where he learned his craft. From there the navy and finally ship after ship after ship. Yes the sea as a whole had always been a home for him more so than dry land and it was nice to return to where his heart truly lied.<br/><br/>A heavy bag of medical supplies was slung over his shoulder as Deacon stepped onto the deck of the Lion the old creaking wood having known his footsteps for years now, longer than any other ship, longer than any one place. “It is good to be home…” he whispers to himself sitting down the heavy bag and pulling it open. His hand snaked into it as he looked around the deck, breaking out into a wide smile. “Where‘s me little fox!” he hollered keeping his hand buried in the bag as he called for Katherine. Just like other long lived members on the crew he had watched the girl grow up, and just like a good uncle he showered her with gifts any time he had gotten onto shore. This time it was a simple Tricorne hat, black leather with gold trim fitted to her smaller head and just because he knew her oh so well, two little slits to have her ears peak through.<br/><br/>The bag also had a caged mouse for his other favored member of the crew as well but he would make sure the spider got her treat a little later. For now he stood up straight, hanging the hat from his fingertip and his other hand resting on the pistol stuffed in his sash, his palm rubbing around the club-like handle. He watched the other’s on the deck with a slight smile, his eyes crinkling with a small amount of joy. This was his family, more so than most others and although people came and went it never felt lonely. Each of the was a part of a whole in the eyes of the good doctor and each was family.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>