Jack Rogers | Captain | Pirate | Male | 32 | Tag/s: Sarah, Dee, Vivian "What the bloody hell are you speaking of?" Jack questioned Vivian, his more English side coming out as it often did when he was annoyed, or confused. "And what are you two doing over there?" He went on with, motioning to Dee and Sarah. He could not fully see them from the angle he was out in compared to them, but dispite the fact that he normally seemed to not hear things when asked, he had overly keen hearing - not as good as his eye sight, though. He just had a habit of daydreaming and dazzling out. "Last night?" He laughed loudly and heartily, rubbing the back of his head, happy as could be suddenly. "Best night! I cannot recall anything after the cook brought out the first course, though. I can recall we need to dock for supplies. I know that was our heading before the joyous celebration. Still true, aye?"
Ace D. Rogers | Swashbuckler/Navigator | Pirate | Male | 35 | Tag/s: Leo Ace glanced as Leo walked over, and smirked at his reply. "Truer words have not been spoke, Captain," he replied, turning around so he could lean back on the rail, both elbows resting upon it as as well as the lower part of his back. "Just admiring the breeze as I watched a few seagulls fishing for breakfast. They were reminding me of a few memories of the past." Ace just grinned that joyous grin of his, the one that seemed to almost be a trademark of his. Even when being chased by authorizes or fighting with other pirates, that same grin was on his face, as if it was the best part of his entire life going on at that second. "Not normally one to think of the past, but you know how it is. One smell or a sight can bring back memories you had no idea you had... So, what's the plan anyway, Captain? Do we have a heading?"
The noise of the tavern just off the docks caught Wolfram's attention. He always enjoyed pubs and the sort, mostly because they were great places for information, but also because they were fun entertainment. As if on cue, a body came flying out of the tavern. Clearly someone too drunk, who had gotten made over someone or something. He winced at the splash of the water the body hit, only to be followed by the loud voice of a woman, demanding a challenge it seemed. "This place is crazy," he muttered to himself with a shrug and shake of the head, only to notice the confused looked of a raven haired fellow not too far from where he was. Wolfram watched him carefully. There was something about him that stood out from the others as they passed by. Not something anyone would notice, but something the blonde had be reined to notice, despite the times of his training being lost in his mind. "He's up to something," he thought and said to himself, as if he was innocent in life.