Tal bllinks, and looks up at Adam.  The others did not speak; either yea or nay.   He shrugs.  "Nominate?"  His laugh is short and curt.  "Aye, I'll keep an eye on the beast.  He keep us alive and rich; he stays Captain."<br/><br/>There is much profit out there for a heartless captain and crew.  To much time spent running, and not enough raiding is bad for the liver...and the wallet.<br/><br/>The females shuffle around, as if forming sides.  Bitches, all, he thinks.  They'll do as they're told.  He knows; an innate sense that Adam would prove a far more dangerous enemy than the Orc.