<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FsSwBxR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date: Day 1 | Noon</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Navigation Room, Middle Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alvirs | Lawton | Marisol | Devon<br/><hr/><br/>It was an unconventional way of hiring a crew, even Rose was aware of that. To begin a journey without knowing most of her senior staff was a risk, of course, but she was bold enough to be willing to take that risk. From what she had garnered in the two hours since their departure, her new quartermaster and sailsman were capable men, capable and experienced in the position Liam had assigned them. Whether they would suit the Esperanza in the long run remained to be seen, but Rosette expected to learn more about the two newcomers in this meeting she had set up, here in the navigation room. Lawton and Alvirs would attend as well of course, and while she was sure that Liam had many questions too, she had commanded him to oversee the top deck while they busied themselves in one of the largest and most private rooms of the ship. Rose knew she could trust them like she could trust no other, not even Alvirs. Liam Scott was a dependable, loyal, and perhaps not honest -he was a pirate after all- but a very trustworthy man, one who would die for his captain, nay, for anyone who proved themselves worthy of his respect.<br/><br/>Which was exactly why she had left him behind, those four years ago.<br/><br/>Rose was certain that he’d felt betrayed when she had abandoned Liam along with the rest of the grew at port, taking only Alvirs with her and a handful of nameless sailors who she neither knew or cared to know. He’d never learned the true reason, and it made him all the more admirable for returning without a word or a fuss when she called upon his aid, four years later. The same could be said for Lawton, who she knew would have questions. He was a laidback, no nonsense, slightly peculiar man -at least when around his beloved cannons- but Rose had a special place in her pirate heart for him as well. She would see if their two new assets would be deserving of such an honour, too.<br/><br/>When the four men arrived, one by one, each summoned by the first mate, Rose was hunched over one of her precious maps. They were valuable things, all the more because the ones in her possessions were considerably more accurate, more complete than most. They also didn’t isolate themselves to conventional waters; the Esperanza had seen the ends of many seas, braved stormy waters and places only heard of in legend. Rose, like no other, knew that there was more to stories than most people would ever be aware of; she’d met fantastical creatures and found mythical treasures. And she intended to do so again, with these men by her side. These men, and the seventy more folk currently working to send the Esperanza to deeper waters.<br/><br/>She looked up at the first to enter, her hands pressing palm down upon the sides of the table, bearing the weight of her lithe frame. A golden statuette shape, bearing the rough resemblance of their pirate ship, pinpointed their current location. She was standing, and while there were a few, but not enough, chairs in the room, it was expected that their subordinates would remain on their feet for as long as the Captain refrained from sitting down.<br/><br/>“I’m glad you’re all here,” she said once the last had closed the door behind them. Rose would be sharing no pressng secrets, but she cared little to have everything spoken within these walls to be gossiped across all decks before the meeting had even concluded by all too curious little deckswabs, or whoever was near enough to eavesdrop. “Seeing as how some of you have spent less than a quarter day upon the Esperanza, it seemed that proper introductions are in order. Pardon my rudeness,” she said gracefully, and Rose straightened her back, abandoning her bent forward position to look the four men in the eyes, one by one, lingering on Devon and Marisol considerably longer. “But I’d like for you all to share your intentions upon this ship. Should you feel comfortable, then by all means, tell me why you’ve come aboard in the first place. But since Mister Scott saw you fit to join, I can only assume that your reasons were acceptable, to say the least.”<br/>