Richard moved to the back of the bar, watching the others as they signed up, wondering if he knew what he was getting into.  Being a gentleman bandit was one thing, but being a pirate was something else entirely.  Still, the best way to strike at his hated enemies was here before him--help destroy their trade.<br/><br/>He stepped forward when an opening appeared, and spoke, perhaps a bit too loudly, but with what he assumed was the right amount of bluster:  "If you need an Alchemist, Madame Captain, I am your man.  I understand shipboard life, if indeed I am not fully skilled in it yet, and I can make potions and other mixtures.  I even have some skill in mystical arts, if you find that may be useful."<br/><br/>He hooked an arm in his bandoleer, assuming a confident pose.  "I'll sign up if you want me, Captain."