“Nay I be gettin yer name right eventually, it just be taking me a little while” Deacon says gazing off at the growing storm clouds “Ay…there they be then, might not be powerful observations but ye got some talent in the like, something I meself had not noticed.” He says his keen eyes watching the painted woman move, good muscle structure and tone, healthy as could be it seemed….nay more so then healthy this was a woman who did not seem to let her body go to waste. He kept the approving, apprising gaze for a little bit longer before his eyes eventually lazed around back to her own. “What be bringing any man anywhere, there was a call of the sea and I be answering it” he says with a since of finality about his words.<br/><br/>Truth be told the call of the sea was much more the call of gold that got all this started in the first place, but that was not the story that the good doctor wanted to spin, not today. “As for this ship, it was an offer placed to me;  I’m not much in the way of a good man being a pirates doctor and all, so not many be lookin for me skills.” He says lolling his head a little bit to crack his neck “what of yourself, what be your gain in this little venture of ours?” he asks, wanting to get more information to better build a strong partnership, better to keep himself alive with a nice reliable ally, one such as this interesting negro woman may indeed come with a few benefits of it's own a swell, or so the doctor thought.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>