He liberally applied the rum, before taking an impertinent swig and then offering the last mouthful to Rickety. "Oh, I will have need. And might even hire you just for my own ships if I do as well as I hope."<br/><br/>He saluted the squib master as they left port, and then sailed south. The crew knew the plans, hit merchant ships to get a name and plunder built up, maybe even another ship for the secondary officers to command while he stayed with the Fury. It would be hard, but fun. He suddenly wondered what his family matron would make of him as a pirate, rather than a spoiled aristocratic brat she had intended. Either proud that he was boosting her hoard, or enraged he was defying her plans. Likely both, he decided on further reflection as they headed out, the lookout scanning with the telescope that the Lady of the Rock had given him as her dowry.