kristie made her way up the gangplank when she heard someone mention sacrifice for safe travel and she gave a low chuckle looking back, unsure which had actually said that. in her times traveling with her father she had never seen her father sacrifice anything to any man, spirit or god while others sacrifice treasure, supplies, blood from animals or in the case of truly evil and wicked ships they would sacrifice people for good sailing. she liked her father's out look on sacrificing,<em>'who ever collects the sacrifices and takes them to where ever they go then they can collect every drop of sweat, blood and tears from those aboard his ship or send their worst storm to claim them.' </em>and when the ship sails into a storm her father was always at the helm, fighting the wheel against every toss of the waves as he shouts encouragement to the men as well as curse the gods and challenge their storm making skills.<br/><br/>she shook her head out of her memory and saw everyone disperse when she heard mention of team leader, she will take charge if needed but she would rather have someone else do it unless it comes to taking control of the ship, then she would fight for that right if someone better could not be found. she decided to finish her personal inspection of the ship even though to her eye everything seemed in top order. she went below decks, weaving her way through groups of moving sailors, ignoring the wandering eyes of the men who noticed her gender. she saw the rows of hammocks where the crew would sleep and she was relatively sure that is where the group will also be bunking.<br/><br/>her tour ended with her in the bottom of the ship, the place where barrels, rats and bilge water lived. she saw few of the rodents out and about and that was always a good thing in her book then she turned a corner and saw the silent swordsman sitting on the crate staring at his exposed chest as she walked up to him, not trying to hide her presence at all. "plenty of scars  you got there, i will assume since you are here and alive that you either won or the other guy is worst off then you, where did you get that wicked thing?" she pointed to the large scar he had.<br/><br/>~mean while topside~<br/><br/>a man wearing a a long blue coat, an elegant blade at his hip and his clothes pristine with nothing out of place or wrinkled, walked out from a room beneath the back deck. he looked out at the group of adventurers on his ship and then made his way to niomah since he felt drawn to her for some reason. he cleared his throat to get her attention before he began to spoke. "my lady, my name is Captain Christian Johnson and this is my ship. i know of your quest and i will give all the skills that me and my honest crew here can give but i ask of you and all of your companions to follow my rules. order is to be held and that means when an order is given by me or one of my officers then you and your people are to follow or face the same punishment any other seamen would endure for dissidence. since you will be among my crew then i would ask for your help in running of my ship, if any of your people have special skills that would be above basic ship labor then please send them to me so we may discuss terms and finally when not working they have freedom of deck or the sleeping quarters as long as they stay out of the way of the sailors doing their duties." he said and looked her in the eye as he waited for a response of some kind.<br/><br/>the captain: http://wc3.3dn.ru/_ph/11/2/765760566.jpg (http://wc3.3dn.ru/_ph/11/2/765760566.jpg)