<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>Royce & Lourdes<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Credit where it is due<br/><hr/><br/>"It will be for the captain to make that call, O'Malley," Devon answered.  "If it was mine to make, the job would be yours.  I saw you on the lines.  If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd served on a ship of the line.  They have a way about them, navy men but unless you're stuffing that shirt, you're no navy man."<br/><br/>He chuckled.  "Not may Irish in the navy either, for that matter.  I'll tell you what, O'Malley.  You help me teach that tar to tie her knots and I'll put a word in the captain's ear, not that she's likely to listen to me right out of the harbour.  Of course if she has a good weather eye on her, she'll have seen it before I have a chance to tell her."