Dr Maturin

[ex_indefatig78]

"Mind the jars," said Stephen, bending a little in his cabin and moving to sit on his chest. He went on to introduce Landon to his duties, and as he did so he examined the man closely, noting his movements, his answers, and thinking on his temperament. It appeared that Landon was bright enough, but a sailor through and through -- he had adapted the look most men wore on the first Sunday of every month and on some special occasions -- he'd have to be reformed to better suit his new role. He was not even attending at all. He was actually glancing about the place with thinly veiled curiosity, which annoyed Stephen a little, but not so much because he was aware that he had started to digress towards frigate birds.

Landon's gaze took in the room easily, but only now there appeared to be something moving in the Doctor's hammock. It looked at him. He uttered a little yelp and leapt sideways into the bulkhead.

(OOC: hallo, sloth dear.)