<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sivThwe.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Argus McFinnegan<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Master Brewer &amp; Cooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, cargo hold &gt; main deck &gt; mid deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1... I think... 2?... what year is it?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Whoever can hear him<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up to discover an old foe... sort of.</span><br/><hr/><br/>A loud snoring could be heard coming from below deck. The source of the sound was a 6’ 6”, broad chested, shaggy bearded, hairy armed, hulk of an Irishman. With a naggin of whiskey in one hand and drool dripping into his thick bushy beard.The man laid atop a pile of barrels, with one of the barrels bellow him strapped to his back. The thundering of his snores nearly shook the rigging as its occupant slept sounder than the dead. At least until he didn’t. There was a great cheer that rose up from the deck above, and with a sudden snort the sound from below devolved into a hacking and coughing.<strong>”Gah... ah hah!! Wazat whoosere?!”</strong>he shouted as he roused himself from his slumber. With a jerking lunge Argus McFinnegan sat bolt upright, bringing his hand up quickly to fight... something. Where was he? And how had he gotten here again. Letting out a yawn and scratching the messy rats nest that he called his hair Argus tried to take in his surroundings.<em>”Where am I? Think Argus, what di yah do before ye woke up down here?”</em>he wondered to himself. Argus remembered stumbling his way into Port Royal. He had gone to one of his usual taverns and had a pint or six to pass away the day. And then he’d run into... someone. Someone familiar, someone he had met before. He was older? Yeah, with a white beard...and a pipe. Wait, a pipe? That’s it! He’d run into Liam Scott that old salty bastard! And he was searching for something. A stew? A Stu? No no no, a crew? A Crew! He was looking for a new crew to sail with him. And something else important...<strong>”Ca’pm Courtenay! Ha HAA!”</strong>he shouted out triumphantly. Though as he had been peicing this information together slowly in his mind Argus has also been muttering some of the words aloud as the alcohol greased hears in his head turned vigorously. He had signed on with the captain again for another great adventure. So that was why this cargo hold looked so familiar, he was back on the<em>Esperanza</em>. He remembered making his way up the gang plank, greeting the captain and Scott, making his way into the deck and... immediately tripping and falling into the cargo hatch, just like old times. Argus looked up above and sure enough there was the old hatch that he had fallen through so many times before he’d lost count. So many times in fact that the old crew had a term for taking the shortcut of jumping/ falling off of a high structure such as that, ‘taking the McFinnegan stairs’.<strong>”Ah gravity, me old foe. So we meet again?!”</strong>Stabding up and dusting himself off Argus brought the bottle in his hand to his lips and took a nice long pull.<strong>”So ye think ye can best ol’ Argus eh? Well not today old friend!”</strong>With a defiant yell Argus squatted  down and leapt with all his might. He cleared the opening and caught the top deck with his hands, hoisting himself out from the hold and onto the main deck of the ship.<br/><br/>He cleared the opening a little too forcefully however, and as such performed an expert belly flop on to the main deck, almost cartoonishly stopping his decent with his face. He lay there for only a moment before lifting only his free hand, pointer finger extended.<strong>”Auch, you take this round gravity, but I’ll be gettin’ ye next time!”</strong>he said, finishing his statement with a defiant shake of his fist. After laying there for a moment longer so the world would stop spinning Argus finally moved to get up. Swaying and staggering a bit as he tried to stand on drunken feet with a keg lashed to his back to throw off his balance. But finally the man managed to get himself upright and take in the crowd around him. Looking past them Argus could see Port Royal shrinking into the distance as the<em>Esperanza</em>had taken to sea. With the buzz about all the people on deck and seeing the captain among her crew Argus figured he’d missed something important. Oh well. Taking another pull from his bottle Argus made his way through the crowd, bumping into folks here and there as he towered over all their heads. Eventually Argus made his way towards the actual stairs down to the mid deck. As brew master he needed to check what all the captain had for him to work his magic on. Both figuratively and, known only to the captain and her first mate, literally.