<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Ezequiel_Stremiz_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucius Love (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6462505#msg6462505)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Dirty Secret<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English, Spanish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tatiana, le Croix and Arouj<br/><br/><hr/>Carrying the petite girl in his arms, the errant swashbuckler made his way up the gangplank and onto the deck of the Dirty Secret.  He got a few looks, mostly smirks from the crew who were working on deck, but no one said anything to him immediately.  Adjusting her weight in his arms again, he made his way to the Captain's Quarters... pausing as he saw the door was ajar, a swarthy skinned man standing in the doorframe speaking to someone who he couldn't see inside.  He could have sworn he heard le Croix further inside, saying something about the Captain not being there.  Dammit.  He knew the tall Frenchman was of some sort of importance on the ship, though he knew not what.  With a grunt, he moved the girl so she was properly thrown over his shoulder, her legs held fast with one hand, her head and torso hanging over his back with her ass facing forward.  He spoke with a certain devil may care charm as he addressed the man who's voice he had heard a moment ago, his own voice tinged with a Spanish accent.<br/><br/><strong>"Mr le Croix!  Am I to understand that you have some amount of say as to who boards this fine ship?  I've a nice little thief here who could do with life on the open sea, whether she likes it or not.  At the very least I need someplace to tend to her injuries until the Captain returns without having to fend off a bunch of randy sea dogs."</strong><br/><br/>A few of the crew within hearing distance chuckled at that, though one or two shook their heads.  They wouldn't have minded a piece of that wench.  Damn pretty boys always get the best ones.  Lucius himself didn't much care what the scurvy-ridden fleabags that comprised half of this crew thought.  He'd run them through one at a time if needs be until they got the message.  Not that it ever came to that.  It usually only took one, maybe two.  This 'pretty boy' was far more ruthless than most swabs realized.