<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/eb/49/a1/eb49a1c2130ab69826f2baba518264d4.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Angelo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416930#msg12416930)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Deck<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Red Beard<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Sleeves of Many Garments, set to something 'officer-y'.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Why, if it wasn't the captain herself walking up and starting a chat with him. He was snapped out of his thoughts by her voice-not that there was much to do on a ship for a man like him except think. Well, and maybe hit on some of the nicer looking crew members. "Yes, we do seem blessed with good fortune. Not my doing-as good as I am, full control of the wind is still beyond my ability." He could generate a light breeze, but nothing that made a ship move. "Though, if I might speak my mind, captain, I find myself wondering-why were we trusted with this mission, this attack on a Chelaxian ship? I have my theories, but...I just find it curious that we're given such an important, well, thing."<br/>