<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51JuEU6%2B-lL._SX466_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Black<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza, leaving Port Royal<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Royce<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making a friend<br/><hr/><br/>Devon nodded.  "We'll find out if the Royal Navy taught you to drink," he said.  "And we'll find out if they made you fit to handle a watch on the wheel."<br/><br/>For Wendell to offer up the helm to someone was rare but there was something about Royce O'Malley that made him think that he could trust her with her hands on the wheel spokes.  He didn't want to bed her, not as his primary interest.  No, he actually wanted to get to know her.  He grinned to himself.  He wanted her as a friend.  Of course given the way she'd headed back the place where several comely wenches were gathering, including his knotless wonder, she might not be the bedable kind.<br/><br/>It didn't make her a bad person.