Navigaor Blythe is in his quarters, which also contains the controls for the TARDIS. He paces nervously, oh so nervously. His dark black hair flutters in the wind, the wind coming in from the open window. He is a stocky fellow, muscular, standing at about 5'8", and he is pale, with full lips and dark eyes. There is a sense of command in him, but he looks frantic.<br/><br/>He murmurs, "Tapirs."<br/><br/>He continues pacing. He seems conflicted in his mind, but he decides to get dressed. Oh yes, to alleviate stress, Navigator Blythe walks around naked, feeling the playful wind tickling his cock. He puts on his tight black pants, straps on a belt of bronzed clockwork gears, put on his big bronze-gold goggles, and he ties his shoulder-length hair behind his head. He wears no shirt, but he slips on thick black boots with bronze buckled, the pants velvet and caressing his skin. It's another day on the Liegeboat, and the Navigator considers navigating his way to the quarters of someone ecstatic and sexy and lovely to alleviate his stress.<br/><br/>Time to plunder something sweet on this airship. Or not on the airship.  Either way, plunder.