<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Santeri, Govard (indirectly).</div>Clive focus drifted once the slave's Master returned to administer the usual useless punishment; his gaze drifting across the assembled mass of drunken idiots and the occasional sober one. He wanted to remain to keep an eye on the Captain; Lord knows someone had to against the infinite number of ways the man could get himself in trouble, and even he was often too late to prevent blood being spilled. Not that he cared if it were someone else's, but woe betide the one who cut the Captain.<br/><br/>"Hm... As you like. Though if any of my children are damaged, I shall hold you partially responsible; he is your property after all." He didn't mind locking John away in the brig; it would probably do the arrogant brat some good in Clive's opinion, but there was the nagging doubt that somehow he would break out and what if he touched things? Moved them about or stole something? Clive closed his eyes and forced himself to begin humming lightly once again to calm himself from the potential anger that would surface, tapping his fingers against his hip to the non-existent rhythm of the tune.<br/><br/>"That would be a solution..." He spoke, addressing the idea of nailing the slave to the deck. "However in my experience, if a man is stubborn enough they simply tear their limbs free of nails and wire..." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "While somewhat amusing, I doubt he would be much use with holes in his hands..." Not that John was much use anyway, but it wouldn't be polite to point out such. "One could burn his palms and feet however; agony touching or stepping... Even if he were to move, you could be content in the knowledge that he would suffer terribly doing so..."<br/><br/>He idly flicked a strand of hair from his features, glancing down to his pocketwatch with a faint sigh. Time was moving far too slowly; they should be out on the water by now... But he supposed people's downtime was important, even if he himself didn't understand.