[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Atticus Pearson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://oohlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/5-23-coop.gif[/img][hr][b][color=fff79a]Location:[/color][/b] Dining Room[hr][/center]

	Atticus looked over towards Lionel as he came in and chuckled a bit at the mans words. [color=fff79a]“And we urge you, brothers, admonish the idle, encourage the fainthearted, help the weak, be patient with them all.”[/color] he said rather nonchalantly. How many bible verses did the man have standing on deck? Only god knew. He couldn't help but looked over towards Dorthy, grinning brightly that he had managed to put yet another verse into the conversation. He prided himself in his ability to quickly pump them out in the middle of the ordinary daily activities, especially when he knew how much they irked the doctor. 

	Then things changed and the radio crackled. [color=fff79a]"Fucking Christ,"[/color] he spat as he showed his hand. He had a full house drawn straight from the deck. There went the bible lesson right then. It was not often that anyone in the ship made a little call like that, especially not when it came from their resident badass. Rising from his place he moved quickly out of the dining room and into his own personal quarters, retrieving his colt and making sure the ammo was fully stocked in it before giving it a little spin and rushing back out. 

	Making his way out of his room he headed to the entrance to the cargo bay, weapon pointed down towards the ground and looking around carefully. He couldn't see outside of the ship yet but he spotted Camilla standing there near the entrance, hunkered down as if she was waiting for something and didn't want anyone on the other side to see her. Slipping along the wall he made his way over to her and gave her a questioning look. The sounds from outside could be heard, the Captain and another talking and it didn't seem like it was a friendly conversation. Things were about to get ugly. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://thumbs.anyclip.com/t8QrvQCyp/tmb_1776_480.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Barber Shop Aka The Foy'er[hr][/center]

	Jahosafat grinned broadly towards his old friend. [color=gray]"That you do my good man. The things I have heard about this Captain, well let me just say they are spectacular! My dear sweet Camilla has told me much about the man. Truly an interesting specimen if half of what she states is true and not just the clouded mind of a love scorned filly. I dare say, the change and his decent into what he is now is a tale for the ages. I do want to see how he reacts to the news that I bring. It will be most educational."[/color]

	The ebony gentleman could not help but chuckle as Foy filled him in on the current staff members and nodded in a appreciation of the information. The more he knew about the crew at hand the better things would be in the end as far as he was concerned. Though, his main focus was the captain himself, but that was more of a personal nature and it was obvious from his previous words that it was such. Moreau was a man of science, he studied how people acted and reacted towards certain situations. Camilla and he had had many a talk over the years and once after a long night of drinking and gambling she had had a bit of an emotional moment. One that Jahosafat had not seen before and she opened up to why she had chosen to slum it instead of staying where the doctor felt she should be. 

	[color=gray]"Well I dare say they will deal,"[/color] he stated smugly, before motioning for Foy to lead the way through the ship. [color=gray]"I do hope you have some of those wonderful sugared butter shavings my dear friend, I could use such a sweet indulgence before we get down to work,"[/color] he said grinning from ear to ear as he was given the grand tour. Things were wrapping up with the ship getting prepared, supplies were coming in on schedule and they looked to be departing within the next fifteen minutes. 

	Over the com an announcement was made by the Yeoman that had checked in the new arrivals. "Dr. Moreau, could you please report to the main cargo hold," the voice said and it only made the good doctor's look of mischievousness grow even broader. He gave a rather knowing wink to Foy as they made their way down. In the cargo bay where several menacing looking men standing over a large black crate of sorts and refusing to leave until Dr. Moreau had signed for everything and they were sure it was in the hands of the correct person. 

	[color=gray]"Thank you my good men! You may leave now,"[/color] he said dismissing them. The men nodded and turned on heels before shuffling out of the ship. The Yeoman seemed to breath a sigh of relief as they exited and he was finally able to lock up the ship tight. Everyone that was supposed to be on the ship was now there and all that were to be shown the exit had been. 

	"We are clear down here," the Yeoman radioed through the ship. It was time to leave.