He's sober and not happy about it...

[likes_the_drink]

Henry didn't mind being on the ship. He hadn't been here long. In fact, he wasn't even sure where he was. He did notice that this ship was not his ship. And that bothered him. At least he could use the break. A few days away from Maud and Nita would do him good. What was up with women wanting to be something they weren't. He didn't like change.

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[im_just_someguy]

Mark watches him with an amused expression, "Don't we all." He smiles a little and offers his hand. "Mark Cohen, welcome to the ship."

[likes_the_drink]

He turns to Mark, smiling at him. Well, it's a half smile. He's trying to be nice. "James. Captain Henry St. James." He sighed. "Which ship is this? And which sea? Are we close to a port?"

[im_just_someguy]

"Nice to meet you, Captain. I... have no idea what ship we're on, or what sea, and I haven't seen land in a year and a half." He pauses, then sheepishly adds, "Sorry."

[likes_the_drink]

Henry's frown softened a little. "Aw don't sweat it, kid." He reached over and playfully slapped him on the shoulder, hard. "You can call me Henry. Not a Captain anymore. This isn't my ship. So what is the story with this ship?"

[iwillstealyou]

Well -- Anthony knows a fellow sailor when he sees one, and immediately straightens himself up proudly.

"Hello, sir!" he exclaims, cheerfully. "I'm not sure what ship this is, but is a good, fine ship with good, fine people."

[likes_the_drink]

Henry notices a fellow seaman when he straightens. No other man will do that. Not right away. He may not be a part of his crew, but Henry respects that.

"I'll be the judge of that. Where is our destination? And what's your name, crewman?"

[iwillstealyou]

"Anthony Hope, sir! I sailed on the good ship Bountiful. I'm not quite sure where we're going -- no one seems to know, I'm afraid."

[likes_the_drink]

The Bountiful? "Never heard of it. Sure it's a good one, though. And why am I not surprised nobody knows anything." He sighed. "How about some whiskey?"

[aslaveofduty]

Frederic, too, stands at attention, just shy of saluting. "Sir, we seem to be on some sort of strange ship. I do not know which ship it is, but it seems to be a good ship...?"

[likes_the_drink]

Oh he likes the saluting. Makes him think he has a bit of power. He smiles, something almost a real smile. Almost.

"It looks like it might be. Might be. Name?"

[aslaveofduty]

"Frederic, sir." He pauses, with a cautious look. "You wouldn't happen to be a pirate, would you sir?"

[likes_the_drink]

He blinked. "Captain Henry St. James. I am not a pirate, nor will I ever be. I am a Captain, well... former Captain." He sighed. "Do I look like a pirate?"