Smash stood at the table and looked over the other seven. Looking them over there was nothing overly obvious linking them together, a couple half orcs, humans, and elves; but they all had Captain Ragbeard in common. Smash had grown up on the decks of Capt. Ragbeard's ships starting out as a cabin boy and working his way up to a deckhand. His last voyage he set sail as a bombardier's apprentice. Studying the craft of siege engineering and the art of firing catapults and balistas. He received Ragbeard's letter when his ship pulled into port. He traveled back on an elven craft due to it's smaller size and better speed. He was surprised to see the seven others there as well, and couldn't believe old Ragbeard sent it to forty people. I guess he figured as dangerous as sailing was it was better to over prepare. 

He looked at the paper on the table and then sat down. "Look we are here because we want the ship. and eight of us can't be captains, it would be all captains and no deckhands. I think we should sit and talk and figure out what we are going to do. Whether or not I'm a captain this title has my name on it now, and by Gruumsh I will be on her when she sails. I do not wish to be a captain, but I do wish to be able to have a say in where she goes or what she does."