Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150107015641/@comment-13615389-20150107042608

(Perhaps, perhaps now.)

The captain stood by the helmsman for a moment, before walking back down the steps, hoping the Lady hadn't made it too far, and they could catch up.

A few moments later, a man walked into the brig. Dark brown suede boots entered the room first, and then the man himself. He was outfitted in khakis, and wore a formal brown shirt, and black suspenders. His face was gaunt, and sharp, his hair short and disheveled, and his skin tanned from days on the sea. The most prominent feature of him, however, was his muttonstache. The man came up to Amaury and wordlessly dropped a bucket of the chef's finest slop in front of his cell.