It seamed the poor paddy was late when he inquired about the job in the tavern, but the owner was more then happy to direct the large Irishman to the proper port. With a smile he nodded his tanks to the man and left, making his way though the streets of port royal with his axe (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuV5pgowtVQ/TYtwBuPxbtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/cMEcypUyI9M/s1600/denix%2Bviking%2Baxe%2B628.gif) in hand. Hopefully he would make it in time, he tired to remember if he was told when they would be leaving.. but only got a vague impression of morning.<br/><br/>A short while later he stood upon the docks once more, green eyes surveying the scene until he spotted the one he wanted. His boots made a soft<em>'Click, Clack"</em>against the wooden planks of the dock as he approached.A quick glance saw that they were in the middle of loading a few supplies. He plucked one large sack from the pile that was theirs and threw it over his shoulder as he walked up the plank to the ships deck.<strong>"I be looking for the captain, or failing that the first mate. "</strong>he announced, his words tinted with his Irish accent.