<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/NUT8whA.jpg)</div>Six rough-looking sailors came down from above, clutching saps in their hands menacingly. The seventh and last person down the stairs was a sneering man with a braided beard and a mouth full of gold teeth. His body was tall and thin, and even his long coat and heavy boots failed to give any impression of strength or bulk. A long, thin whip was in his left hand while he held a hooded lantern in his right. Upon seeing the ship's newest crew-to-be already up and about, as well as the gnome's glowing shirt, he gave a grimacing smile and passed the lantern to one of his minions to hold.<br/><br/>"Still loitering about with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!” He gave the whip a quick snap of the wrist for emphasis, resulting in a loud crack that echoed throughout the hold. "And one of ye, gag the mage!" he added.<br/><br/>With his free hand he pointed at the captives, snapped his fingers, then pointed to the hatch above, an obvious gesture to them to get moving immediately. One of the sailors removed his dirty bandanna and started to approach Jarod with a wicked grin.