<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AnjIpk5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Scott (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691424#msg14691424)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Top Deck -> Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | An hour past dawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nancy | Captain | anyone on the middle deck<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bringing the woman to the kitchen <3<br/><hr/><br/>Liam was good at remembering faces, or at least as long as they approached him from the left sight. His right had, unfortunately, once met with the sharp tip of a blade and never completely recovered from that painful encounter. Standing up on the quarterdeck he had a view that was just fine though, and the Captain's first mate contently took in each new arrival, summoning their background and the conversation they had had. They were a unique bunch of folks and that was an understatement; the Esperanza's new crew definitely came from all walks of life, not all of them ones you would expect to find around here. Liam would be lying if he said that all of them were people he thought fit for this ship, but what he thought wasn't important; Rose had wanted unique individuals, people who would go above and beyond when properly motivated. He daresay that she was gettin' exactly that... even if these new sailors were a little unconventional, to say the least.<br/><br/>Now Liam didn't have anything against womenfolk, and he knew for a fact that his captain felt much the same way. She was the prime example of what the fairer sex was capable of, and it was hardly surprising that Rosette de Courtenay wanted others to live up to the expectations that, in all harsh, traditional reality, not many people had of women in the first place. He'd been guilty of that himself, too. Lasses were lovely to look at, and had made wonderful bedwarmers in the past. Which didn't mean that, when the Captain sent him to intercept Nancy Goldsworth, he only saw a lovely, if exotic and somewhat fierce looking lady. No, he saw potential.<br/><br/><em>Well, and her arse was not too shabby, either. </em><br/><br/>"Good to be seein' you again, Miss Goldsworth," he said as he lumbered down the staircase. He put a strong, trunklike arm out to the side, warding her from ascend any further, and subtly made her turn around and head the other way. "The Cap'n be very pleased to see ye, I'm sure she'll be coming to sample some of your lovely dishes sooner rather than later. Now, if you follow me, please," he generously suggested, pacing off towards another stairwell, leading down to the middle deck. The steps were nothing to speak of, but the deck itself was Liam's favourite part of the ship by far. He spotted Lawton and gave him a quick raise of the hand as greeting. The mousey little girl he recalled, although he couldn't for the life of him remember her name. He didn't linger to ask though, and off to the galley they went to show Nancy her new domain.<br/><br/>"Now there's plenty of fresh food in the hold right now. The Captain is fond of her spices, so you'll find them all over in this here cabinets." He waved in the general direction of, well, everything, before looking the girl in the eyes. "I'm a decent enough fisherman meself, I might come bringing you some tuna, marlin, heck, even a swordfish if we're lucky!" He laughed, and his was a bellowing, overly loud laughter, one that Liam made no effort to hold back. "Be there anything else you need to know, Miss?" he inquired heartily; his meaty thumbs hooked into the loops of his belt.<br/><br/><br/>