<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6c974e23fa7e44ecb43d0d28de6e2cfc~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_876,h_701,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/991d95_6c974e23fa7e44ecb43d0d28de6e2cfc~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rachel Reade<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Able seaman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza / At Sea<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arvad, Marisol, Open<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Tending the wounded, seeking the surgeon.<br/><hr/><br/>Smart move, keeping out of the fray of things.   Rachel had no issue following Marisol's lead and as they carried the man up the stairs to the mid deck.  "Whatever you do, do yourself a favor and answer the questions put to you wisely.   Otherwise you may well be getting off the ship a might sooner than you'd anticipated."   Her eyes cast to Marisol as they moved through the ship, there was some concern there for the man's well being, but it wasn't up to her.   Only the captain would be deciding his fate.<br/><br/>As soon as they stepped up onto the mid deck, the lighting improved.   Arvad was likely not going to be happy about that, with the pain in his head, but really, there  was no helping it.   She only hoped that if he puked, he managed to not get it on her or Marisol.   "Tell me, have you ever sailed before?  And I mean as part of the crew, not as a passenger on some ship bound from England to Port Royal."   That would explain his being on the wrong ship, if he'd never crewed one before.<br/><br/><hr/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300994.0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300994.0)