Matt smiled, and knew that he was in good company.  Nodding, he had tipped his glass for the last time, and excused himself.<br/><br/>He was so excited, hoping he could get to be able to go on this adventure, he caught himself almost skipping.  Rolling his eyes to himself he started a slower strut.  He hoped that no one saw him.  Opening the door to the tavern, and headed towards the ship yard.<br/><br/>While walking, he thought back to his "childhood," if that is what a normal person would call it.  Yes his mother had died when he was young, but he remembered everything she had ever taught him.  The orphanage had taught him life.  Every bit of money he had made had to go back into the orphanage.  That is what they did with all the 9 and 10 year old boys.  Even though the lessons aboard a ship had been rough, he kept his manners. He had been on a ship for the last 8 years and he knew the ropes.<br/><br/>He knew all the rules, like you have to ask permission to board ship. You are allowed to gamble, but he never did.  The money wasn't his.  The normal stereotypes of drunken shipmates, fighting and causing mutiny are just simply not allowed.<br/><br/>Switching back to his thoughts, he was almost to the ship yard.  He was pretty sure of himself, after all, 8 years of training made him pretty good at what he does.  Then he saw it.  The Morning Star was a beautiful ship, and he hoped that they will still aboard.