<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></td><td><br/>The pickpocket's face didn't appear again, but something even more interesting caught his attention, and not in an altogether pleasant way.  This time, it was something right in front of him, his tankard.  It was almost empty, and he stared forlornly into the last dregs of his ale, willing it to fill again, although of course it didn't.  Huffing indignantly to himself, he finished off the rest of his tankard, and than motioned the portly bar maid to bring him some more.  She winked at him, and headed his way to relieve him of the offending item in order to refill it for his pleasure.  <br/><br/>But the barmaid wasn't the only person who was approaching him, and his attention was drawn to a rather feminine looking lad with nary a hair on his chin.  <em>Oh lad, what business could you have with me.</em>  His inner dialogue was sour, and he couldn't help but think of his own son, somewhere out there.  He hoped to god that his son was smart enough to stay out of places like this, at least until his own beard had grown in, and he could protect himself.  But of course, this lad didn't look completely helpless, he at least looked to be properly equipped with something to protect him with.  And that, brought him up a few notches in Toms mind. <br/><br/>His words, when they came, did cause an eyebrow to rise high on his forehead, and he looked the lad up and down, not completely impressed, but not dismissing either.  There were all sorts who worked on a vessel, the smaller one's could make handy rig climbers.  His mind worked for a moment, not entirely sure but not unwilling to help either.  The truth of the matter was that he couldn't offer her a place, he was little more than a bonded slave to the ship, although his willingness to work, and uninterested mindset to leave, had put him on the same level as any other pirate on the Dirty Secret.  But he could take her to the person to talk to, but he'd be damned if he'd help anyone who was incompetent.  <br/><br/>"<strong>Now that depends, lad, what makes you think your qualified to work on a ship?</strong>  His face was blank, his eyes assessing.  If the lad gave him an answer he didn't like, he'd point him in the wrong direction, if he did right, well than, he'd worry about that if and when it happened.<br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>