<div class="floatleft">(http://www.legendsofgrimwood.com/rpg/CHAR/Ramon.jpg)</div><strong>Ramón de Torregas</strong><br/><strong>Crewman</strong><br/><br/>Hammers. Hundreds of hammers pounded away, mashing nails into wood. Thump..thump..<br/>thump..the irksome sound rattled my brain. I opened an eye,<strong>"Can't a man sleep in  <br/>peace this mornin'? For th' love o' fuck...."</strong>But it wasn't hammers. The urgent sound was of many feet moving<br/>up and down the deck. I groaned, as I realized my own feet would be joining them soon.<br/><br/>The ship heaved, letting me knew rudely that we were in rough seas. Good. For a moment I thought I was still drunk. As I sat up, the empty rum bottle that had been cradled in my arms rolled down the deck, clattered against the weather-beaten planks, and rolled over the side with a splash as it fell into the sea. I sat for a moment,rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I coughed, my throat sounded<br/>raw and my breath surely stunk of stale liquor.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh"</strong>, I said as the pretty wench shoved a shot of rum at him.<strong>"It must be Christmas?"</strong>I barely got a look at the girl before she was off to the next crewman.<br/><br/>The captain's voice then became clear as the fog lifted from my rum-addled brain.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, just breakfast. Still, I accept,"</strong>I mumbled as I threw back the shot. The rum soothed my throat and helped wake me up.<br/><br/>I held onto the railing as I stood, my legs still a little wobbly. I steadied myself carefully as I relieved myself into the sea. Much better. How many bottles did I empty during the night? What was the name of the town we had just departed from? I was dimly aware of the flurry of activity upon the deck, orders being shouted. Were we under attack? I wished for another drink as I staggered away from he railing. Why must they always tease with the rum? I checked for my pistol and rapier and then made my way to the captain.<br/><br/><strong>"Reportin' fer duty, Cap'n!"</strong>I said with the best look of enthusiasm I could muster.<br/>