<strong>"Martin" Nash and Raavyn Selwyn</strong><br/><br/>Introducing this obvious professional to her drunken sot of a captain... the thought of that meeting put a spring in Mary's step and a sparkle in her eye.  "He's in the Blue Iguana, still getting sloshed or mebbe poundin' the daylights out of somebody.  There was fair certain a fight boiling inside just as you walked up."  She was positively cheerful, just at the thought.  She'd dismissed his sour look at the cordage.  As if she'd trust her life to uncertain lines, hah.<br/><br/>But he wanted to make his mark?  Let 'im.  He'd likely get away with it.  Pirates were often amazingly keen at doing jobs, tending to details that were life and death at sea.<br/>