<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret (deck)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All aboard and in earshot</span></div><br/>With a loose-jointed gait of those use to the world swaying underfoot, Govad wound his way through the tight, stinking streets to the docks, taking a moment to recall which of the many ships was his own Secret. It was to the rigging he looked rather than recollecting from his own memories, his single eye serving him better than his sodden memory ever could. He could have made use of Clive to guide him, but then if he couldn’t find his way to his own ship the crew would like as not say he’d not be able to find them booty.<br/><br/>Up the gangplank and onto the deck came the Captain, frowning at the lack of watchmen, though there was a many men on deck that it couldn’t matter. New faces among old hands, an uncomfortable amount of new faces. Had he lost so many crew this last voyage to need this many new faces? Probably. And if not, there would be losses enough in months to come. He passed his gaze over them and said loudly, “Tomorrow morn, we cast off.” The last of the food and water barrels would be loaded in a few hours time, and a few other things besides. “Anyone on board then better earn their keep. Anyone off gets to find work with someone else. You want a cut when we make port next, you better get your name on my list once we get to open ocean. Now stow it, you louse-ridden curs.”<br/><br/>He glowered dangerously and dared any of them to speak up.