[h1][center][color=a0410d]Cooper Castons[/color][/center][/h1]

Cooper had headed into the bowels of the ship to do as the captain ordered. Odd jobs were his specialty, and so securing the cargo was his first priority. In the heat of battle, he would be flitting about much the same, making sure this enormous tub didn't spring a leak, or if it did, that said leak would be plugged in a short space of time. He would give a good ol' thump on the head with his hammer to whomever it was necessary, but smacking humanoid skulls didn't have the same appeal as hammering a good piece of wood into place. There was always that sickening crunching noise with bones, not like that satisfying [i]thunk[/i] that you got with a plank. Still, duties were duties, and everyone had to fight if it came to it.

[color=a0410d]"Golly golly, I hope we take it intact..."[/color] Cooper muttered as he busied himself with tying a crate down. [color=a0410d]"Who knows what kind of wood it's made out of? Oak? Pine? Larch? Cedar? Oh, it'll be a treat to find out..."[/color] It was typical of the times not to waste wood, but battles were battles, and there was the possibility they'd sink the other vessel without ever touching the bounty it was made of. But if luck would have it, they'd take the ship for themselves, and then Cooper could get a close look at the craftsmanship done on it. He certainly hoped to lay his eyes upon a real work of art, and not some rotten, cheaply made, sailing barrel.