<div class="floatleft">(https://marriedbiography.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Michael-Jai-White-4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marisol (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691583#msg14691583)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Navigation Room<em>Esperanza</em><br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Captain, Alvirs, Lawton<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Captain's guard<br/><hr/><br/>Marisol looked at the Captain, with his hands coming together in a prayer-like fashion as he bowed to her.  He took her in with his eyes and mind for numbers he had the same one for beauty as well but she was their captain and had her choice of men and women for that matter.  He wasn’t looking around for that benefit,  even though from the looks of her he would never turn it down if it were offered.  But his focus was to get to their next port deal with his assignment and be back on the boat before anyone was the wiser.  He listed to the man and his designs on viewing her charts, he wondered if that was all he wanted to view, but it wasn’t his choice in the matter on either so.  He kept those particular thoughts to himself as he looked over the others.  Did Devon want a purpose?  Steering a ship in search of gold wasn’t purposeful enough?  Hmm sounded fishy but he would give him the benefit of the doubt as he expected in return.<br/><br/>Lawton had a way about him that garnered Marisol’s attention and he smirked as he was sure they would have to get to know one another considering he needed to get him the supplies that would help to keep Marisol and the others alive.  Yes, Lawton would easily be in the dark-skinned man’s good graces.  Even though Marisol was more than an adept hand-to-hand combatant given he was also an assassin, but even he couldn’t fight a cannonball so the distance pieces needed to be handled by someone one a bit more skilled in it.  Even still he was a bean counter, but he was an efficient bean counter as well as skilled enough to kill you with said beans.  He liked as they all seemed to be willing to follow the captain into the drink.  He wasn’t sure if his loyalty was so deep as he liked his life and liked living it.  If their fair leader was willing to make sure he had fun living it, he had no problems following her.<br/><br/>He smirked as his own deep baritone chimed in.  “I am the Quartermaster Marisol, I keep the shipped stocked and supplied.  Don’t touch my cats, they save your food from other pests.  If you don’t like the way I am doing something, come ask and I will explain my logic.  My goal is the captain’s wishes for provisions.  If you need something personal or extra come see me and I will see what I can do.  Within this ship, your life is my goal and I try to provide some comforts, if your comforts come at the cost of life…your comforts will be removed.  Work with me.  I will work with you.  My purpose is the enjoyment of my life and if my enjoyment comes at the cost of providing for others than I will make that sacrifice.  To me, life is far more important.”  He left out the part where he was talking about his life, but anyone that came to ask or pressed the matter he would….enlighten them as his own grim voice came to an end.<br/>