Gerald listened to the others, his own arms folded across his chest, leaning back in his chair as they spoke in turn. This Captain Ragbeard's offer had piqued his interest, and he had more cause than most to get off the land again for awhile. Captaining wasn't something he had considered before, but from what the folks have said so far, he figured it was at least worth the offer. He didn't know their past experience at sea, if any, so he might as well offer his own services in such a role, even if it proved to be merely advisory. He politely waited for each person to finish that had spoken so far before breaking his own silence, keeping polite until he got a grasp on who each of these people were, in turn.

[b]"I am in agreement with our friend here, we can hardly afford having an ill equipped captain in charge, I've seen that happen once too many times. I've spent most of my life at sea, done a variety of jobs. Its certainly not a sterling record, but if no one else here desires such a position, I can take up such a mantle of Captain, in transit, until either proven or someone else proves themselves a better fit to the mold."[/b] No lies, only omissions of his past there, but that was many a tale for another day, another drunken night mayhaps. But he spoke truth, having spent only a scant few years in total on the land, more familiar with a scrap at sea than at land, though he could handle both, and he left his offer alone at that, not attempting to push the matter or force it, letting it naturally work itself out, however it might become, for good or ill.