<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zA9G_HrMvY/S9Hh8O3MKnI/AAAAAAAALG8/iuvKDQl0Siw/s1600/brandon_stoughton8.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Arvad Cree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Supply room<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Arvad didn't hear the name of the ship because of the ringing, which was slowing down and fading but would still block out sounds. Either way, it was perfectly clear that Phil wasn't the captain of this vessel. Had he simply sold his ship and purchased a new one? If that was the case, it would explain the new crew. Captain Phil had told Arvad that he had come into some money and had something to show him. Maybe it had been his new ship. "I was supposed to be on 'La Siren de Mer'. It was captained by a man named John Phillips, whom I had frequent business with." He made to stand up before the vertigo and nausea forced him back to the position he had been in. At her remark, which he had barely heard, he groaned and spoke simply, "No kidding."<br/><br/>Arvad prickled under the words of the man as he was called stupid. However, given the situation he had found himself in, it would be better to say nothing in response. "Arvad. My name is Arvad Cree." As the man muttered something about not faring better with the surgeon and raised a brow. "That either means he doesn't have much skill or he's a stiff. Guess I'll know soon." As they lifted him up, he had to swallow a wave of nausea as stars shot around in his eyes. His breathing hitched andhad they not been holding him up, he may have fallen on his face. Either way, at least now he'd be seeing the Captain, whoever it was. Hopefully, the captain wasn't a horrible person and wouldn't ignore what he had to say.