Bolggor swayed back and forth on the ship as he looke around. Even after all this time on the ship he had not earned what others called his "sea legs". His race wasn't really a water borne race, Orcs fought on the land. The few ships he had been on were to cross rivers and brooks, not to traverse entire oceans. Then again, in battle with other ships, rarely did the rocking boat matter. His body loved war, needed it, craved it.<br/><br/>Pushing away from his spot at the edge of the boat, he started to walk around the ship. Things had changed since their last raid. Hell, the fixing of the ship alone was rough. Growling, he ran his hand over the wood. The captain had picked a hard raid, one that even made him pause. A fortified town harbor? That was insane, even for him. Granted, the pay off was huge, but not they had to fix the ship as it moved. The navy had been engaging them for a week. The last white sail had been eliminated, or at least one that they can see. Smiling, he lifted his shield, pressing it tight to his body, checking the daggers on his thighs for a moment.<br/><br/>Moving towards the underbelly of the ship, he shook his head as he passed by the captain's door. They had been able to get into there, the captain disappeared behind it's tightly locked door. One day they hoped either they would either be able to get in or the captain would be able to get out. For the time being, they had enough to worry about, and trying to free one person from their room wasn't one of them. As the navy kept hunting for them, they had to decide who would lead them, and what they would do. Picking up his axe, he moved to the entrance of the hallway that led to the bunks, slamming the large axe into the shield, attempting to wake everyone up so they he could call them to a meeting.<br/><br/>"Come on ya lazy bastards!! Time fer a meeting!"