Thomas' head snapped up as the Cap'n barked for him to join the crew. "Aye!" he shouted as he gripped his tray tightly and made haste to the table. Sitting in the free seat beside the captain the old man ripped a piece of fabric free of the sleeve of his robes and fashioned a makeshift eye patch thingy to wrap around his head.
"Cap'n. What ye be needin'?" he asked as his good eye fell in the mutineers across the table. "Ah. These here scallywags need to go to the depths, sir," Thomas said as he leaned in and lowered his voice. |