[color=f26522]"Can't say I would, bucko!"[/color] The man sitting next to August retorted, chuckling like a hyena to himself. [color=f7941d]"Why so obsessed with the whole gender-thing, amigo? The only thin of the utmost importance is that we get off this ship, posthaste, chumbo!"[/color] He began cackling to himself, and fell over onto his right side, shaking and laughing with his hands still bound by sea-stone handcuffs. The chains rattled violently for a few moments before he ran out of steam and sat back up, silently frowning at the corner of the cell. [color=ed1c24]"Aint it a shame, though, friend..."[/color] He rasped.