Octavius had never heard of a bath on ship, but didn't say anything, figuring he would leave Ceres to that and focus on getting himself a ship. First things first, though, he had to shake. It was a good shake, too, nearly all the water went flying off of him. Then, after a quick transformation, he led the way toward the inn proper, taking the side door through the stables, rather than bother the child out back. "Welcome to [i]The Hanged Man[/i]. Quietest hive of scum and villainy you'll ever see." the pirate chuckled as he led the way into the building, unslinging his shotgun as he did so. He had the thing by the receiver, which balanced it nicely. He opened the door, and took three quick steps, which landed him on top of the bar. He scanned the room as he moved, and grinned. As he suspected. Several members of his crew were here, and the rest of the room was very sparsely populated with smuggling and pirating types. He thrust his weapon over his head as he spoke, getting the attention of everything, announcing his return. "I will strike down upon thee, with great vengeance and furious anger, those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers! And you will know my name is The [i]Lord[/i], when I lay my vengeance upon thee!" he knew his re-purposed line was a bit out of context, but anyone in the know would recognize it. And anyone who wanted a piece of that pie, would immediately speak up.

A ragged chorus of "Amen, captain!" rang through the tavern. Maybe half a dozen men stood up ready to go. One of them fell over, too drunk to manage much of anything, but the rest were good to go. Not wanting to waste any time, he grinned and waved his crew on. Only one member of his old crew had gotten up, though, that was the disappointing part. 

"I'm going to remember this." he told the room, before turning to the one man of his crew that still had faith. "Welcome back, old friend. At least I got the most important of you." he chuckled, greeting the ship's doctor with a firm handshake. The man grinned back, obviously pleased to be back in business with a real pirate. They exchanged pleasantries, quickly catching up on what the captain had missed while in prison. But while they were deep in conversation, someone saw fit to slip out the door without so much as a glance backwards. They looked like they were in a hurry, and probably were, but to where was the real concern. Having not noticed, Octavius continued his conversation. Though his casual grip on his shotgun implied he was ready to fight at any given moment...