Still not receptive to joking or messing around?  The captain decided to deal with the problem in front of him before the pair returned to the ship.

Backing off to a short distance, the captain gave a slight smirk for a couple of seconds before rolling his eyes at the newest member of his crew.  Amentuankh assumed the most bland, tough guy, monotone grunting voice he could manage.  [color=yellow]"I'm new crew member.  I lurk in dark corner.  Broody and bloodthirsty.  I never discuss past.  I don't talk to fellow crew, I simply glare angrily at sea."[/color]  

His mocking finished, Amen gave Rys a slightly more genuine and helpful smile along with a small pat on the shoulder.  [color=yellow]"Look, kid.  Listen up cause I'm not saying it again.  We're all glad ya don't whine and bitch, certainly.  But while being tough might get some respect, sure ... but being likable will keep ya alive.  The guy you stabbed?  Carpus?  Tough as bronze, sure ... but he had the charisma of a dying slug, and look at how enthusiastic we were to avenge him."[/color]

The galley and other crew members were upon them now, so the conversation was wrapped up.  It was all Amen had to discuss anyways - it only seemed responsible to give advice to the newer crew members, but they weren't babies.  Rys would learn or die.  [color=yellow]"Hey, Epizelos!  Slaves finished loading the cargo?"[/color]

A middle aged man worn by many years at the sea didn't even bother to look in Amen's direction, instead responding as he worked on double checking the inventory.  [b]"Course, Amentuankh.  We said eastwards again ...?"[/b]  As Amen approached, the pair entered into a more quiet conversation over a small map as some of the slaves and crew finished those final preparations.

Rys would find themselves on the deck of the galley, with most of the slaves chained in place by the oars and the vast majority of the cargo loaded in.  Near the back of the ship Amen was in conversation with the older Epizelos as they looked over the map.  A younger crewmember - maybe sixteen at most - was helping prepare the sails he climbed up the mast with his lighter body.  If Rys had bothered to pay attention, she'd possibly recognize him as Ahirom, a Phoenician.

At the front of the ship were three pirates in their twenties and thirties - some of the more warrior like ones based on what Rys had likely seen.  Sidon was a pretty Phoenician in his mid twenties, bragging to his older brother Balthasar (whos most notable characteristic was the long scar going down his right arm) and Neriad a deadly spear wielder from the kingdom of Judea - who most notably worshiped a strange god periodically.  Although there wasn't a lot of room on a ship for privacy, to the right of their discussion was a nice spot where the side of the ship lent a bit of shade where one could take a nap.  What would Rys do?