[color=steelblue]"Perhaps, but this brig only fits one really...two maybe,"[/color] he replied to the elf.  [color=steelblue]"Hypothetically, there are too many.  The more questions you ask the more doubt I feel.  Besides, you've had a rough past few if my senses read correct.  Best to sneak in, probably, and slit their throats while they pass out piss drunk.  Or just sneak in to the captain's chambers, at the very least.  If you're really boring I suppose we could just wait and see what they want.  And we're pirates, we don't have stations and rotations.  Took me years to get Sully to man the ship right the dumb bloke."[/color]  

He paused when he could barely hear some laughter up ahead.  Watching the seasick man wander over toward the light, he listened to him with a curiously raised eyebrow as he asked the elf's question again.  [color=steelblue]"There are twelve of them, right now they seem to be good and drunk.  Won't be long before they pass out, though I wouldn't rule out them joining us out of nowhere.  Joss must have the key..."[/color]