<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sivThwe.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Argus McFinnegan<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Master Brewer &amp; Cooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, forward deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Ready for a fight</span><br/><hr/><br/>Argus stood towards the front of the ship, the salt air filling his nostrils. Having spent the night sobering up, or as sober as Argus ever got that is, his head was clearer and he was ready for some action. After four years away from the Esperanza he was ready for adventure once more. And in her usual style the captain did not disappoint, promising glory and bloodshed on the second day the crew was out of port. With his trusty shillelaghs on his belt Argus was itching for a row. They had passed out cutlasses and some pistols to sailors who did not have their own, but Argus had turned them away. His style of fighting didn’t mesh so well with anything sharp and pointy. As for guns, we’ll... let’s just say guns and alcohol mix as well as you’d expect. As the navigator called out his orders Argus began to grin.<br/><br/>As the men around him flew about readying the sails, hoisting up the anchor, and preparing for the coming battle, Argus took his usual spot, by the railing towards the bow of the ship, grappling hook in hand and ready to board. With his free hand he reached into his shirt and pulled out his flask. He threw back a big gulp and smacked his lips. Today was a good day for killing. Argus watched as his fellow crew mates readied for battle, and standing above it all was their captain. He watched her as she stood above the organized chaos, and for a moment he thought her eyes met his. But as this happened he turned away, looking back out at the sea and their prey. He hadn’t run into her directly yet, and he wondered how long that would last. Not sure he was ready for that confrontation Argus took another drink from his flask and tried to bring his head back from the past and to the battle that was about to happen. Yeah, a good fight would keep his thoughts occupied. Gripping the railing with his free hand the fiery haired man stood ready to throw down.