Malakaus was up on the helm as the celebrations were being held. Granted, it was a much smaller party than one would expect for a pirate crew, but it was a tiring day. Malakaus himself was considering turning in earlier for the night if he didn't come up for some fresh salty air. The brandy was nice too, even if it was a bit too fruity for his taste. Now Flin, that was a drink. Malakaus wasn't afraid to admit his more sophisticated taste; it it isn't Skooma or Flin, it was just bland and boring. But Flin was an expensive drink, so he doubt he'd get a drink even if they did have any. Still, drinks were drinks, and aside from his opinions he didn't mind the brandy.

Getting his third mug of the stuff, he looked towards those on the helm. His mind wondered, thinking of what they brought to the table. He saw them all fighting for the ship, so he felt that he had a gauge of their abilities. First there was the captain Sharee. Skill swordfighter, obviously a master of alchemy too what with her bombs. He made a mental note to ask her how she made those; it'll be interested to combine her formulas with his crossbow bolts. Than there was the Breton. He didn't like her for some reason. A mage, also an alchemist, and had a fancy sword. Her name was Noelle, if he heard right. Than there was another Breton, Kayal. He fought like a an Imperial, might have fought with them before. The orc wondered what his story was. Than there was the dunmer, Sarel Drevan. He reminded Malakaus of home, especially of the occasional traveling duelist. He seemed cocky to Malakaus, but time would tell if he would grow to warm up to him.

After his fifth drink, the Orc was starting to feel the effects of the brandy. It was just a slight buzz, nothing that he couldn't sleep off. He decided to walk over to the Dunmer, figure out more about him. [b]"Hey, you, Dunmer. What's your story?"[/b]