<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br/><br/>A whole host of images went through Joseph’s Harden’s head. Most of them were devoted to the beauty he had spent some time with, Eloise. It had been cut short by the Commander’s arrival, but what time he had with her was worth it, even if MacHeath now let him rot in the brig until they arrived at their port. He’d probably be made to pay beyond that, MacHeath wouldn’t forget the fact that Joseph had let him down when he needed him to be loyal and honest. The officer was interrupted by a huge ruckus that came towards him from the belly of the ship. Joseph dove into an alcove just in time to avoid being spotted by the angry crowd. A group of what looked like two dozen sailors were shouting profanities and looked generally ready to drink blood.<em><strong>“Fucking officers! I told you, I fucking told you they’d keep that pussy all to themselves. The commander is probably pounding some hot snatch as we speak.”</strong></em><br/><br/>Joseph didn’t see the man, but he recognized the voice. Mario Santis, Harden was hardly surprised he was one of the instigators. Harden knew it was a fool’s errand to try and calm the men, obviously they were well beyond the point where a show of discipline would do. And they had lost any and all respect for their superiors. The only chance he had now was to warn MacHeath before the men reached the bunk room. Vinci and Zanovic wouldn’t risk their hide to protect the girls, they were more likely to join in with violating them. After the group had passed him by, Harden made his way back to his cabin, assuming that MacHeath would still be there. He made sure no one was around before loudly banging on the door.<strong>“Commmander… commander, there is trouble, I need to speak to you.”</strong>He waited for a reply to come from the other side.