<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div><strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong>- On the quarterdeck setting a course<hr/><br/>I had been on deck long before the sun rose, making sure we had not deviated from our route in the few scant hours I had slept. I was slowly learning to trust the men on board, as must trust as you could have for a motley crew of plundering and pillaging pirates but when it came to navigation, I suffered from a severe case of hubris. I relieved the night helmsmen and took over on the wheel as I moved between my charts and my tools to make sure everything was on track. We where and some might have commented on my compulsive behavior but I would also be the first person they would blame if we did end up lost.<strong>"Buenos Dias Capitán."</strong>I greeted the captain respectfully when he emerged that morning and moved from the wheel which he took over. I busied myself with my own charts and tools, perking an eyebrow (the one not covered by my patch) over the new drawing of a serpent on the ship's charts that did not match my own. I looked over towards the captain with a shake of my head and a grin before getting back to work. Two sets of charts had been an excellent idea, I had not taken well to the captain's constant drawings of sea monthers, lewd pictures of some of the female crew members and assorted notes at first, but fixed it with the second set of charts.<br/><br/><strong>"Aye Aye Capitán"</strong><br/>I answered after he handed me his personal spyglass to get a better look at his target before taking over the wheel. I had to roll up the charts and store them safely before engaging, they where my pride and joy as well as my livelihood, without them I might as well be a deck hand scrubbing the deck.<br/><strong>"On course Capitán."</strong><br/>I called out to him after adjusting out course as ordered. With one hand holding the wheel I checked my cutlass and pistols, making sure the powder was not damp and my blade had no sea rust to it from the salted mist. When the rum came my way, I swigged it down before giving the bringer a slap on the ass in appreciation. Whoever said bringing woman on board was bad luck was a fool, it actually kept morale high! I mused to myself, focusing on the ship as we approached, the wind was at our back, in our favor and the grin that came across my face in these times was already curving on my lips.