<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, crew<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Sleeves of Many Garments, set to something 'officer-y'.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A quartermaster was in charge of supplies. In all truth, not a difficult job for someone of his talents, and a necessary one. With everything accounted for, his job was on temporary hiatus. His familiar, a parrot, had taken to the open skies. They only communicated through emotions, but the parrot was smart enough to understand 'danger' or 'good loot'. To be fair, Angelo was far more interested in the 'danger' part.<br/><br/>For now, it seemed like smooth sailing. Sadly, that put the prodigal wizard on edge. He wondered if the Red Mantis had any knowledge on what happened to his parents...then again, if they were behind it, it wasn't like he could just waltz in and demand answers. Umika's appointment as first mate troubled the wizard. The most capable warrior on board was not an inappropriate choice for first mate, but his thoughts turned to the possibility of mutiny. Red Beard did not strike him as a captain that inspired betrayal due to mistreatment, rather, someone on board this ship, or perhaps in Ilizmagort, wanted to dispose of her and take control themselves because they wanted the power and prestige of the position.<br/><br/>And yet, he was unable to act on his feelings, mostly because if he acted on them, the crew might be actually inspired to betrayal. He was newly appointed, and likely mistrusted for his powers. His credit simply wasn't good, despite being a financial backer for the shiny new catapult on board. If he acted, the one on board might be inspired to hide, or to move faster.<br/><br/>Or he could simply be paranoid.<br/><br/>Still, two emotions mixed in the mage's gut-dread, and powerlessness. A more bitter mix then the foulest rotgut-and he was quite familiar with how foul some liquors could be! For now, he had to be content to watch, wait, and perhaps study that other scroll of his that he brought with him on board...