<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, but his standards<br/><hr/><br/>Alvirs was silent as the Captain did her bit to fire up the new crew with the start of their adventure, and some of it will be adventure as a crew such of this with no gold to their name and shares could turn...violent and unpredictable.   Alvirs knew much of the Captain's true intent .  Not all for certain as the woman was very good at guarding her own secrets, and there were times her lips could be as tight and unyielding as the belt to her breeches.  She did not let any come undone till she was good and ready to allow one to know the full depths of her secrets and charms.  Alvirs did not expect either, never had to be the honest truth.  He found a woman and a leader to hitch his aspirations and ambition, and such was enough for him.<br/><br/>When it came time to introduce himself to the new (mostly new) corps of officers, Alvirs waited for them to introduce one another first, as was right since besides Mister Scott, Alvirs was the ranking officer on board.  He had heard once such order was done so the lower ranks could offer their own opinion without being biased by officers of higher rank.  Alvirs believed such cockwash to be what it was worth, and yet another fairy tale told by the British and her navy.  Alvirs knew the true reason because information had its own form of power, and to know the thoughts and beliefs of others before it was your turn to speak, well...it was something Alvirs had made use of before in the past and he was glad for Scott's absence so he would be the last one now.<br/><br/><strong>"Name tis Alvirs Winton, and I be the Bo'sun of the <em>Esperanza</em>.  If Mister Scott as first mate be considered ta sit at the right hand of the Lord Almighty who be the good Captain here, then rest assure mates, I be sitting at the left.  Unless the Captain or Mister Scott say otherwise, I speak with her authority, and my words are but to be her words, my will ta be her will, and make no mistake about it.  Any who slack work of ferment ill will on board will know the taste of the cat the first time, the whip the second, and the third will but kiss the barnacles upon the keel of the <em>Esperanza</em> herself.  Discipline tis my stock'n'trade, and I be very good at what the Captain has tasked me."</strong><br/><br/>Alvirs let such sink in, again gauging the mood of those about him.  He did not earn many friends in this room.  Dead Eye he knew would support him, as they had in the past.  They both had saved one another's hides to many times in the past.  They both had their unique personalities, their own way of performing their duties, and they had a respect and bond with each other.  The rest, there will be time, but establishing who he was and where he stood, both upon the ship and in the Captain's eyes was necessary for what the future held for them all.<strong>"As for my dreams, I have none save to serve the Captain.  I am her man ta the bone and more.  My loyalty and more tis to her, the <em>Esperanza</em>, and her crew."</strong>Alvirs tone made it implicit his loyalties were in exactly the order he presented to the group.