You Best Be Believing In Ghost Stories (Open)

[Nathaniel Davis]

"As often as we need supplies or serious repairs or when my wife gets too stir crazy to appease anymore," he said. "Fort Xavier if we can manage it, Genosha if we absolutely have to, nearly any port in a storm. We always stay out long enough to at least pick off one or two ships. I won't put in with nothing."

[Bobby Bowen]

Robert smiled.

"Our pace runs similar then, Captain. I accept your offer, and offer you the strongest sword arm in the sky in return. guarding is my specialty, but I can plow through a platoon If you need me to."

[Nathaniel Davis]

"Hopefully platoons won't be necessary. A few other things: Jack likes to tinker with things. If he's tinkered with something, be especially careful with it. It might explode and/or zap you. Keahi is my wife and she sails with us all the time. She's the panther woman on the ship. Be nice to her. She can kick my ass and she can kick yours too."

[Bobby Bowen]

"I shall keep my distance, of course. I am a gentleman."

nodding his head, He gave an indication that they were in agreement.

[Isabel Galen]

"Another flagon, sirs?" The serving wench asked.

[Nathaniel Davis]

"Of course, always best to seal a deal with drink."

[Bobby Bowen]

Robert flipped the wench a piece of eight, and one for the captain as well.

"On me, sir. On the promise of much, much more."

[Isabel Galen]

Smiling, Isabel set down the ale.