<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/black-sails-season-3-toby-stephens-01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alvirs Winton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14693564#msg14693564)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Navigation room | Middle Deck,<em>Esperanza</em><br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Mild, by his standards<br/><hr/><br/>Alvirs liked Lawton, he really did.  The two had been through much together, save one another lives in their time with the<em>Esperanza</em>.  They were more likely to agree with one another than disagree.  This was one the the rare times they did however.  Alvirs merely turned an eye towards Deadeye, and there was a hardness there, enough to shatter the hull of any ship, smash any stone.   His voice was level, a sure sign of his...restraint, for Alvirs was not the type of officer to spare the lash, in fact at times preferred it to words.  It was words he used now as he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>"In the absence of Mister Scott, it is my duty to remind the Capt'n of possible complications.  There is more to things than the task at hand.  Recovering the artifacts the Capt'n wants might do her little good if half the crew rises up in protest to the slaughter of sailors who have surrendered.  Their crew might be gone, ours will not, and if word ever reaches port.  Well a complications a plenty.  I have no issue with the goal itself, I am merely presenting perhaps a more...subtle manner...to get there.  If the Capt'n disagrees, than that will be that, but the opinion had to be offered."</strong>