<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5d/fd/fb/5dfdfbf0f964cdff8bb1ffd150fdf558.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Nancy Goldsworth  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14693317#msg14693317)<br/><strong> Location</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Time/day</strong>Day 1/ morning<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Liam Scott, Argus<br/><strong>Content</strong>A little hair of the dog<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nancy was surprised by the fact that the first mate knew this sorry excuse for a man. She watched her there interaction with a small grin. She watched her Liam successful wrestle the bottle away from Argus and place it out of reach. Nancy tipped him a wink as Liam non verbally communicated his desire for the small bottle to accidentally find itself over the side.<strong>Miss Goldworth - pardon, Nancy - would you as be so kind to find somethin' that might help our good friend Argus sober up before our dear Captain catches sight of his sorry ass?"</strong>Nancy laughed "Aye, its no' a problem" she reassured Liam. As Nancy moved away and began riffling through the storage to see what she had the conversation went on behind her.<br/><br/>Suddenly Argus was swaying in her face<strong>"D'not worry bout that ol' sea dog, I'm *hic* fine. But ah remember what ah came 'ere for in dah first place. I need to see what all you got fur me tah work me magic on. I'm mashter brewer 'ere on the Esperanza and ah be needin' some splies to be sure all them's aboard this ship ave all the rum and poitín they can stomach."</strong>Nancy looked up "There be no supplies for that here" she told him firmly.<br/><br/>Clearly the drunkard was not going to take no for an answer because the next thing she knew he was throwing an overly friendly arm over her shoulder and Nancy was sure he tried to feel her up! Argus dragged the struggling cook towards the pantry. So now it was Nancy who was looking to Liam for help.