<hr/><strong>Captain Morgan</strong>, Down on his luck pirate-captain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290429.msg14273321#msg14273321)<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://conceptartempire.com/images/02/3860/01-hardened-pirate.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, unknown beach<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Introduction/Everyone<br/><strong>Pirate level:</strong>38%<br/><hr/><br/>He startled. His right hand twitched. "Told that bastard ta cut the main sails." He bemoaned, lifting what was in his hand weakly. It was a bottle.<br/><br/>"Bad news ever'one. The Rum's..." He hesitated, noticing a slight swishing and lifting the bottle to his lips nonchalantly. "The Rum's gone. Ach kchh..." He coughed, gulping down the vile remains of his drink and hit his chest in standing up, seeming more bothered by annoyance than rattled by the tragedy. He glanced over to Marsilia, peripherally registering her words. "Well, at least folks 'ere got their priorities straight." He regarded the helpful Marsilia and Malcyn, staring at anyone that dared look at him with concern, or worse, offer a helping hand, before chuckling, mirthfully.<br/><br/>"Takes more than a little shipwreck to kill Captain Morgan, nay need to be worrying on me behalf, ladies." He lifted his empty bottle to stare down into it, pondering. "Anyone got a peepers monocle left about?" He waved his hands, indicating a spyglass. "Bloody lost mine." In exchange for rum, that was, but details.<br/>He looked over to the rocks, pondering taking a look. Then again, thinking about it....<br/>"Well, might as well be checking for survivors!" He declared. Just that, he was not really. Terrible thing this crash, must have left a lot of poor jewlery and perhaps a new pair of boots without an owner. Such injustice, Morgan Di'Rebareth would not stand.. so he approached the nearest dead-seeming sailor and closely examine their boots, before trying to liberate them, unashamedly informing anyone questioning him that:<br/>"This is quite medicinal, too much pressure on yer feet is a terrible malady, relieving it, perhaps I reckon they can still be saved... hrmn.. no nay reaction.. welp, I better keep those boots, lest they kill anyone else."