<div class="floatleft">(https://static.tvgcdn.net/mediabin/galleries/shows/a_f/bi_bp/black_sails/season1/black-sails-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lawton "Dead Eye" Townsend<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza, Gundeck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Battle Ready<br/><hr/><br/>Lawton had just finished checking the powder and the rest of the cannons when he decided to gather up his gear. It was time to do what he did best. While he was sure the crew could perform their jobs well enough he knew they were not nearly close to his standards. He would have to be sure the cannon he manned (Matilda) hit their target in the most vulnerable of places. The main-mast would be his first target. He would fire at it until it broke then he'd move on. Walking over to his hammock he grabbed his gear. Strapping more knives and daggers on his person he finally brought out his pistols. Taking them out he checked to make sure each one was battle ready. The knives he knew were ready since he cared for them every other day, but his guns he hadn't used in a while. Carefully he made sure nothing would go off in the middle of him running around giving orders. He didn't need want to kill himself with incompetence. All around him people moved itching for battle. Everyone had their rituals. Ways to steel their nerves or to ready their minds. Lawton was ready. He knew what to do. He believed in the captain and the ship. He trusted the men and women around him to follow her orders as law.<br/><br/>Belting the pistols to his person he moved over to the nearest porthole. Looking out he got a nice whiff of the sea. It calmed him. Soothed him for the chaos that was to come. He watched outside for a long time.<br/>