<sup><strong>1 AM in the morning</strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Several hours pass before he works his way back up to the deck. Back at his hammock, he retrieves a bottle of rum and another basket of desserts from his ruck sack, before making his way to the Captain's quarters.<br/><br/>He knocks gently on the door. "Mon Capitan! Might I beg a minute of your time?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It is several moments and a few more knocks upon the door of the captain's.   Would Thomas finally hear some stirring within and an exclamation.<em>"What the, what is it?"</em>In a befuddled tone,  of one just woken up from a deep sleep.  A few moments of silence ensue.   Then Thomas would hear some more movement from within the room.  Suddenly the door swings open,  the captain is standing their in her nightgown, pistol in hand.<br/><br/><em>"Bloody hell what is it,  is it morning already?"</em>She array at Thomas as she is still orientating herself to waking up.<br/><br/>(http://www.iphoneforus.com/pic/2011012101024037.jpg)<br/>