<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> Entering the Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary, Thomas, Arouj</span></div><br/><br/>Govad’s attention was fully on his beer until it was gone, most ending in his belly and some down his chin. Shame to let any go to waste, but there was always more to be had. He wasn’t simply a crew member, but captain, his cut more bountiful than all but that long legged sinmongue of a quartermaster.   Thinking of Cross curled his lip in frustration and anger that he always felt towards the coin counting leech. Should just slit his belly open and let the gulls make a feast of his gizzards...<br/><br/>His dark, violent glower caught a group moving towards him, and his hand moved in a manner he thought in his haze was casual – but in reality most defiantly was not. The moment of danger passed though when he recognised Thomas’ weather-beaten face. The lithe lad at his side was a forward one, mind. He looked the lad over as the boy told him of his abilities, judging both at once how much his words might be true by his muscle and skin, and wonder how fine that bold mouth would feel around his cock. Those lips were all too inviting and womanly.<br/><br/>“What, a reject of a whore house fancies her luck on the seas....” he started, then stopped at the approach of another. This man had more height and strength to him, and he looked like a real seaman. He couldn’t help but laugh at the bloody offer of loyalty. “Couldst you now. Just don’t do it against my say so, nor to any other. My ship is the Dirty Secret – be ‘board her at turn of tide and you’ll get a cut of any bounty we take.  Goes for you too, chit. Just don’t go giving my lads clap or you’ll go to Poseidon.”<br/>