<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><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Tom only listened to a part of what the lad was saying, uninterested in the rest.  It wasn't as if he thought knowing your way around a firearm wasn't important on a pirate ship, it was, but he only cared about the ship, and the rest was just extra's in his opinion.  He watched the lads nimble fingers, whistling under his breath as he successfully worked the cord in his hands.  Knots, now that was important, and the lad rose a little bit higher in his estimation.  <br/><br/>Before he spoke, he followed the strangers eyes to a dark man, a heathen from the looks of it, who was making his way to a familiar face.  He had no problems with working with those from the east, he had spent an ungodly amount of time on a ship who's business involved trade in that part of the world, but he didn't know the sailor, so he he squinted a bit longer at him before making up his mind, and turning back to the lad in front of him.  He kicked the chair next to him, out with his boot, and motioned for the lad to take it.<br/><br/>"<strong>What's your name, lad?  I might be able to help you, but I'd rather know the name of the men I do business with.</strong>"  By the time he finished speaking, the barmaid had returned with his drink, and he motioned for her to bring another.  He didn't do business with a man who didn't drink either; and that was just good business sense in his mind.<br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table>