<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Maiandra GD;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port, near the Dirty Secret<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>He nodded and followed the "lad" up the gangway. "A fine ship to be sure,  I must give good regards to whomever keeps the ship in such a decent condition." He was eyeing the ship, this way and that,  with steady eye and deft hand, he gave little tugs here and there on certain ropes. "This line here's fraying, ye may want to be lookin at this one lad, it wouldn't do to have such things fail out at sea." He said, the line didn't look all that bad, just gentle fraying, but Raavyn was a careful man aboard a ship, professional to the degree of the highest.<br/><br/>"I may wish a talk with yer captain lad,  iffin he has a mind to, I'd not mind workin' aboard a ship like this." It was about this time he took notice of the tall dark and very handsome Chris, Raavyn's brow raising as he looked him over. Well now, I would'a figured you fer the captain good sir." Not lad for him, oh Chris was most defiantly a SIR in big block letters. "I was just at the tavern called the Blue Iguana, Lads there may be a mite bit busy it seems. I'd love to wait here for him, iffin you would be so kind. Take it your his first mate?" He questioned in his usual carefree tone, relaxed and seeming utterly at ease, save the line of tension that ran through his body.