<strong>@ The Galley</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/ScreenShot2012-07-12at105028PM.png)</div><br/>Ionnia is helped back to the galley by cook, who introduces himself.<br/><br/>"I'm Ambrose Kroop, but everyone calls me 'Fishguts'." He says as he sits her down and shrugs. "Don't know why." At a guess, the wizard figured that it was the soups or his apron. He seems to be an affable drunk though, and his galley is a mess of organization. Knives, rolling pins, cleavers and such all over. "We bring out the biscuit in the morning, set up meals and you'll be helping Cut-Throat bring out the rum ration at night. Today is a special day.. Captain likes a bit of pig when the big punishment comes down." Kroop sighs as he sits down, his shoulders sagging.<br/><br/>“It’s poison, this ship, but don’t let anyone hear you say it aloud. The hull listens, see, and the cap’n hears it all. Poison the Wormwood is, though, rotten to the core. You’ll not meet a more nasty, sour piece of work than Cap’n Harrigan in all your days at sea, and his crew’s the same, ’specially the first mate, Mr. Plugg. Vicious little sod, he is. He’d take his own mother’s liver to the butcher to make pies with, he would. But they leave me alone, mostly. They know I can’t ’arm ’em.” He says as he pours another mug for himself. "Get your bearings Princess, and when ye do come on down and we'll set to on the pig. Don't want to be joining in the Captain's fun.."