Spiders and doctors and foreigners Witch doctors kids and Negros, what a motley crew indeed to be going off to the sea.  Deacon Harland, doc…. Oooooh the infamous Deacon Harland, scourge of many a pirate captain who had lost his crew but kept his life, oh they say. IN truth the hawkish, almost bookish pirate was none of the things that had been spread about him. The truth behind the tale was a tale for another day but today a new story was beginning, a nice new tale of monsters and a crew with a Quarter-master as captain. “Well would you look at this pretty site, so many crew standing about never normally do we get a nice little family gathering”  he says, his tone a playful mocking one as he weaved his slim body between the gathering crew, watching the commotions  that were going about. Ruby seemed to have taken a little bit of a tumble over near the navigator Blue, she looked to be fine at the very least, and if she were hurtin more screamin would have been par for the course.<br/><br/>He made his way over towards the bow of the ship, enjoying the fresh sea air, it has been far too long since the old boy had made his way out onto the ocean, it has been far too long indeed. Since his last crew Deacon had been forced into the role of a port medic, no one pirate crew would take him, not with the rumors being strewn about with his greed and his silver tongue. But a lot of them were untrue or so he said no one would trust the hawkish doctor; well until this new chance he was given. It fit in a strange way, one of the most dangerous captains taking on a renegade like deacon Harland onto a ship that seemed more captained by a fearsome quartermaster than any one who called themselves captain.<br/><br/>Looking over the bow he glanced over at the Negro woman, he would need friends on this voyage and Negros tended to be the best, the easiest to talk to, they wanted to understand more a lot of the time…but this odd one, she dressed so savagely, it was exotic, intriguing, Deacon would be well off having such a unique one as a friend indeed if his reputation caught up with him. “Enjoying the sea air lass? Never anything like it is there, so crisp and clean, does wonders for yer health” he says  his silver tongue getting to work as he turns to observe the rest of the assembled crew. “Me names Deacon Harland, I am but yer humble ships doctor, and I don’t think we have had the privilege of meetin” he says holding out a hand and flashing an award winning smile. For all the bad things that surrounded Deacon, he never saw himself as an evil man….just one willing to do anything to survive, and on this ship, this was the first step to staying alive, and getting rich.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>