<strong>"Martin" Nash and Raavyn Selwyn </strong><br/><br/>Interesting looking fellow, Mary/Martin decided a she came down with a slight thump n the deck, knees flexing to take the impact.  And why was she relaxing slightly in his presence?  The man was a pirate, and pirates were predators by nature.  She darted a look at the main hatchway, Arouj was still occupied.<br/><br/>"Most of the officers are ashore,  They be at the Blue Iguana, likely in a bar fight at the moment."    She thought a moment.  "Ah, there may be one in his cabin but he's likely, um, busy."  One way to put it.  Which left a very good question, who had the duty watch for the ship?  Well, she did, she supposed. Damned if anybody else seemed to be paying attention to who came aboard.<br/><br/>"I can't let you go below."  She eyed him thoughtfully.  "I'd like to.  I'm a tops'lman, I know rigging, this one's a taut ship, good cordage.`  She leaned over the railing, looked down the side.  "And the hull looks fine but... you'd be the expert on that."  She stood straight, stepped back and waved him up<br/><br/>"Come aboard Mr. Selwyn.  I'll give you the farthing tour of the deck, take you up in the rigging if you've a mind for that."<br/><br/>A possible shipwright, not a common carpenter? Worth his weight in silver, if true.  She'd stick close, keep an eye on him.  That should make that Drunken Bas-, uh, The Captain happy.  Happier, anyway.