[h1][color=aqua]Captain Aldrich[/color][/h1]
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Aldrich's stomach snarled at him, the mention of food sending his hunger straight to the forefront of his mind once more. Enrique had offered water, but no food. The Captain dropped the grog, snatched at the water and set to washing the taste of alcohol and seasalt from his mouth. A few moments he handed back the bottle, half-emptied. 

"A town, hey? Even better. I could do with the warmth of a commonroom. The security of stone walls." The Captain said, scratching at his face. The Imperial symbols and medals upon his coat glistened as he rifled through his pockets for his trusty compass.

"Any sailor worth his salt carries his rose at all times. Spin yourself silly... friend." Aldrich said with a smile as he threw the compass Enrique's way. The grog found its way to his hand, pistol still held firm in the other.

"Here's hoping Rockvale doesn't live up to the name too proudly."