<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/21500000/Lee-Byumg-Hun-byung-hun-lee-21573838-320-480.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Ryu "Red Dragon" Jinzaburo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14699769#msg14699769)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Concludes on the top deck walking the ship<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Musings<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The Captain’s voice rang above deck. Majority of those below began to rally around her, flowing through the stairwells like the ship sprung a leak. Ryu remained in his claimed area of the living quarters. He had tied his hammock to two beams and sat on his knees beneath it with his tools at his right and his travel sack before him. He removed his clothing, which were folded neatly, and stacked them to his left. Grabbing his saw, he took a moment to stare at the tool’s teeth as the cries of a patient once upon a time rang throughout his conscious. He had once assisted a surgeon, pinning a sailor down and having to saw through his mangled leg. He wondered how many more he would have to cut on this trip. There were always casualties, often during raids and sea battles, and even more from boredom at sea.<br/><br/>Ryu lowered the saw and began cutting through the boards while the pirates above roared and cheered at the captain’s rousing. He cut a small rectangular section in the boards and lifted the lid he had created to reveal a hole beneath. He placed his empty sack into the hole to act as a mat and then started to store his other things beneath—other things that hadn’t been seen on his boarding. Checking discreetly over his shoulders, and his left and right lines of sight, he stored a few circular sacks, kunai, tantos, cord, vials, and a black uniform. He wrapped a chain about a sickle and placed that beneath the boards before closing the lid. Pausing to listen to the excited ruckus up top, he waited once more until the volume rose and sawed a narrow slot where he placed a katana. Closing the lid, Ryu laid out a blanket upon the floor beneath his hammock and re-situated his clothes stacks and tool box upon it. Once finished, he rose on the balls of his feet into a full stand without support and went about walking the innards of the ship not only to inspect the structure as his duty dictated, but to learn and memorize certain details about it. He jumped and grabbed one of the rafter beams and smoothly lifted and lowered himself in two pull ups before he dropped down.<br/><br/>The Esperanza strangely was in good condition despite having been out at sea for who knew how long before it had docked in Port Royal? There were more women aboard than he had ever seen in his carpentry career. Amusingly, he thought how there were going to be several kids and pregnant bellies leaving the ship next time it docked. Boredom was a curse, and if the captain didn’t keep the crew busy, then the crew would busy themselves and it may not be in a productive manner. Every captain promised gold, glory, and adventure, but they often forgot that their crew was human, and some humans were prone to insanity. Ryu had seen many good ships fall to mutiny and chaos caused only by <em>boredom</em>. Long months at sea with no action or more deaths than glory. Perhaps having more women aboard would keep the morale raised?<br/><br/>After wandering the mid and lower decks, Ryu surfaced onto the top deck and saw a woman climbing the mast, and some merely lollygagging about. The quiet man walked the ship full circle--bow to stern, tugging on a few ropes and peering over the sides as the ocean lapped against her belly. He was sailing again…maybe he would find a place to settle down this time.</span>