[h2][center]Galen the Quartermaster[/center][/h2]
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[center][i]Sailor / Duelist / Swordsman Extraordinaire[/i][/center]
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The relative quiet of the port was welcome as far as Galen was concerned. He brushed his dark fringe out of his eyes and cleared his throat as he made his way down to the docks. He would otherwise look princely if his thick hair wasn't unkempt, and there was no ruddiness or scars to mar his face. Unfortunately, his life had not been without hardship and he bore the marks to prove it. Still, he seemed fairly cordial and easy-going as he walked onto the docks. 

His booted feet clacked along the timber planks, and he bit into his apple lazily as he enjoyed the new warmth of the sun now spilling over the waters of the sea. Galen breathed in the sea air deeply, and headed up the plank and onto the deck of the ship. One hand resting on his sword hilt, and the other holding the apple he still held. The men and women, mostly women it seemed, before him looked to be from vastly different parts of the world. 

"Well at least you're getting along," he said to them with a closed-mouth grin. He bit into his apple once more and set himself before them, chest out. He had a fit frame, clad in dark leather and cloth over chain mail. He gave a yawn to stifle away the last bits of sleepiness that was still to be shaken from him, and he cleared his throat. "Good to meet you all. I'm Galen, your Quartermaster." He told them. His voice was smooth and low in pitch. 

"It would be good for us to meet before we set sail. I am not entirely certain if any of you have served on a pirate ship before. But if you haven't, you'll need to know that I'm your best friend. So cordial first impressions are probably for the best." He casually winked at them, as if he were letting them in on a secret he'd only tell people he trusted.