When Grady scolded him, Alex would just nod his head. Grady advised him of his plans for the boarding. This was a new idea, Grady hadn't told Alex much about the prize, nor had he really inquired into it. "Sir, if you would permit me to know, what prize do you think is aboard this ship?" Alex asked, looking at him. He paused for a second, before raising his hand. "Ahh, nevermind sir. I don't suppose I need to know yet. Your request sounds simple enough. We latch on, board. Overextend to insert our boys, and fall back a bit. I'll let the boys know that the goal should be suppressing fire, over kill shots so they think its more of a fight." Alex said, scratching his chin.

Alex, rubbed his palms together, as Grady walked over to the rail. He watched him puffing on the cigar, looking like he was sucking on acid. "Uh..., speaking frankly, Grady, last time I saw a man make that face, he had just kissed a hooker in a wharf." If Grady looked over, Alex would shrug, and put his hands up, palm up in mock surrender. "Don't shoot the messenger, sir." he said, with a smile. 

Alex considered his offer. Lead the boys. It was something that had played at the back of his mind sometimes. He knew most of them pretty well. He'd drank with most of them too much. Alex had led small, middling boarding parties before, but nothing that seemed this important, before. And not with Grady along to check his results. 

"If you'll permit me sir, I'll lead it. But I don't think you have to worry about coddling them" Alex said, as he subconsciously ran his thumb along the pistol on his hip. It had been about 6 months since he had executed a deckhand for considering mutiny. "Battles and bars aren't the same place, and even if the lads know I'll drink with them. Well, they know what happens when I'm upset." Alex finished, sniffing loudly, waving his hand in front of his face to disperse the acrid smoke from the cigar.