[center][h2][color=f26522]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/h2][/center]

Cicero nodded as Gwyn revealed her plan to him. The crew looked more and more oblivious the longer the evening went on. It was now or never. He whispered back to her, [color=orange]"Be careful and stick to the shadows. I only need my weapons, leave the armor. Not like you could lift it anyway."[/color] Cicero smirked at her. Despite their situation, a little levity could be helpful.

He turned back to the merry crew. Cicero walked over to the tankers, picked one up and filled it with grog. It wouldn't hurt to play along with them and enjoy a drink while at it. Cicero took a long swig from the beverage. By no means was it good quality. Though it had the effect of getting someone drunk, [color=orange]"This is quite the crew you have here Captain Joss! Finest band of sailors I've seen this side of the sea!"[/color] Around them lay several incapacited men. Some drooling others snoring. A few stumbled around the deck, clearly drunk.

That's when he spotted someone out of the corner of his eye. [i]The former Captain.[/i] He snuck along the railing and headed for the Captain's quarters. Cicero took another swig of his drink thinking to himself, [color=orange][i]"Should I give him away or distract the crew more?"[/i][/color] Cicero did not trust [i]anyone[/i] who called this vessel their own. However, perhaps having another man to fight the crew if it came to it would be advantageous. 

Cicero began laughing boisteriously. He stood up suddenly and announced, [color=orange]"I'M IN THE MOOD TO FIGHT! WHO HAS THE GALL TO STAND UP TO MY CHALLENGE?!"[/color] Cicero began shadow boxing at the various crew members. Any drunk sailor worth his salt would step up to the plate. Cicero smirked to himself. Despite his previous injuries, he figured he could put on a good enough show to distract the men.