<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 1 / 11PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain Rose<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Pains of the past return</span><br/><hr/><br/>After Liam had attempted to sober up his old friend it had become obvious that Argus would not be restored to his faculties so easily. The old drunkard seemed to have alcohol coursing through his veins. The only course of action the pair had seemed to have left was to stow Argus away until the morning and hope for the best. It was then that Liam had told Argus exactly where he could find his old still.<strong>”Nah tha’s more like it! You can git back to your duties while ah go and git reacquainted with an ol’ friend.”</strong>The pirate clapped Liam on the back perhaps a little too forcefully before turning around and stumbling towards the stairs to the lower deck.<br/><br/>That had been hours ago. Argus had found his precious still among the crates and barrels and bilge water in the belly of the Esperanza in much better condition than he had thought he would. Bringing down a lantern with him for light Argus had spent the past hours inspecting and reaqainting himself with copper beauty. Checking to be sure all hers parts were still there, that she was properly cleaned, and that all three of the stills that made up his whole operation were ready to begin brewing again. Argus had worked well into the night making sure everything was just right. The Irishman May have been drunk out of his mind most of the day, but this was all muscle memory. Even all those years apart couldn’t dull Argus’ memory of the workings of his precious still. He had been close to finishing everything, all that was left was to inspect the casks and he’d be ready to begin brewing. But as he’d started on the old barrels his fatigue and drunkenness had finally caught up with him. In the middle of looking one of the barrels over Argus had leaned down to look closely at it and never came back up. His snoring filled the belly of the ship much like it used to four years ago.<br/><br/>The big lug lay there sawing logs until a wetness stirred him from his slumber. The deafening snoring was interrupted by sputtering as the old man was roused from sleep.<strong>”Huh? Wazat?... Who zere?”</strong>he slurred out as he awoke. The barrel he was laying on nearly pinched him into the bilge as he abruptly sat up. It was then that a familiar voice caught his ears. A voice he hadn’t heard in four years. It was a woman Argus wasn’t sure he was ready to face yet, someone very dear to him, Rosette De Courtenay. He hoped that maybe he was dreaming, but standing there before him in the flickering lamp light was the captain herself. Her expression was softer than the last time he’d seen her. Of course, the last time he’d seen her she had been furious, hurt, and spiraling out of control. The memory of it all came flashing back and for a moment the pain from all those years ago flashed across the Irishman’s face. Argus tried to burry that all deep down again, though it was harder with his captain standing before him. She had asked him something, a question he honestly didn’t fully know the answer to himself.<strong>”Ahoy there cap’m...”</strong>he said with a similarly subdued tone, his usually jovial and happy go lucky demeanor gone. In its place a mixture of melancholy and tenderness.<strong>”I’d heard the Esperanza had finally come back to port... and well...”</strong>he paused trying to figure out what the right words would be.<strong>”Heh, to be honest I’m not entirely sure why I’m here... I guess you could say this ol’ salty dog just missed havin’ a place tah call home. And after all these years nowhere else quite felt like home like the Esperanza.”</strong><br/><br/>Argus sat there silently for a moment longer. He was looking at the captain, but he was unable to make eye contact with her. He looked at her boots, her hat, her tattoos, but he couldn’t look he square in the eye, afraid of what he might see there.<strong>”It’s... it’s good to see you again cap’m. All these years I wondered if we’d ever cross paths again...”</strong>