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Kain brought himself up, the relative silence within bar was interrupted by a snarky woman with a metal arm and leg, he snarled at her, and the man she was talking to as well.  Soon the room was filled with noise, many had come to be accepted into the crew, Kain rose and pulled his hand to his mouth, muttered something, then approached the group.
[color=a36209]"I am Captain Eugene Kain, better known as the Headhunter, and I want to make one thing clear... we aren't pirates."[/color] he said in a low voice, he mouthed the word [i]yet[/i] before revealing the crest of the Britannian privateer.  [color=a36209]"this is our ticket to anything, we have certain rights in Britannian space, more so than the royal fleet."[/color] he slammed the crest down on the table, with a few quick movements he pulled from his jacket more crests, [color=a36209]"each of you will take one of these, it may damn well save your life."[/color], he chucked those on the table and returned his hand to his jacket, from it he pulled a letter, old, a red wax seal can be seen keeping it secure, Kain held it up so the soon to be new crew could see.  [color=a36209]"this is a letter of marque, it will be the source of our income, does anyone know how?[/color]