Lantis nodded quietly as he pulled up and pushed down on the pump for several seconds. "When you are one who deals in deathas your occupation, a certain ruthlessness... coldness... becomes such a part of you that the only way to insure control is to show that ruthlessness... but keelhauling for theft is extreme to me s well."<br/><br/>He thought for a few minutes as he worked, "On one hand, I understand the need among these cut-throats to maintain both a fear and respect from the crew... but a captain's authority comes from success than fear, to my eyes... if you show the crew that you'll make them gold consistantly, they'll follow you for that. If you show cruelty, it'll eventually bit your ass." He looked over and met her eyes, "Mutiny isn't ever something to be considered lightly; it never goes well regardless of who wins the decks. I would rather attempt to take a prize from under them and make my own way with a ship than have to deal with a depleted crew that may be resentful of their change in status. Before any plan can be prepared though, you must know who you can rely on and who you have to be wary of. The first man to kill would be that saddistic bastard with the whip... I would savore feeding him to the sharks."