Jason was glad to be a part of the new crew. While still sad for those who didn't survive the shipwreck, this wasn't the first time people died around him, and it wasn't going to be the last. Using his strong, muscular arms, the 6' 2" bruiser carried two barrels of provisions upon either shoulder earlier that day, but the work for loading up the ship was done. It was a shame that the new crew couldn't set sail tonight, Jason wasn't going to fret. It might be a good chance to see if anywhere close had any fights he could enter and earn a bit of extra coin. However, the new Captain offered a seat with him at the tavern where they all met him, and if there's drink involved, Captain's orders!

[color=ed1c24]"Aye, Captain Roper! I'll sit with you."[/color] The backstreet brawler hastily replied. With that, he made his way off of the deck of the ship and straight to the local tavern. While his first duty was a pint of ale, Jason also kept an eye out for any advertisement or bookie for fights. He went to the barkeep and slid a coin over to the establishment owner. Moments passed before a mug of frothy, golden grog was slid back in return. He made his way to where the Captain seated himself and took a large swig of the drink before sitting down. [color=ed1c24]"Say, Captain. You seem like you know your way around this island. What say I go out and make a bit of coin the way I used to, if you know a place?"[/color]

[@Silver Carrot]