"Well it was certainly a better idea than not jumping into the ship, after all otherwise I would have missed it," Rucks exclaimed, "someone offered a treasure hunt and that's not something I'm willing to miss!", forgetting his injury Rucks tried to stand up, another sharp pain shot through him causing him to clutch at his side and lean against a nearby barrel for support. "Now while I appreciate this warm welcome, can you put the gun down? Getting shot makes it difficult to hunt for treasure and I'm rather inclined to get to some before I buy the farm as it were,". During this transaction Rucks began to tap his fingers against his thigh, almost as if the conversation bored him, "now, am I on the correct ship?" He repeated for the third time, the question was beggining to annoy him.