[h1][color=004b80][center]Nathaniel Obregon[/center][/color][/h1]

[color=004b80]"Aye, aye, captain."[/color] Nathaniel said lazily moving away from the railing of the ship upon he had been just resting and reading from one of the books that were to teach him more about geomancy. His lackadaisical attitude towards most things and the fact that he was still reading from his book made it seem it seem as if he barely even paid attention to what his captain had just said. The nonchalance was certainly not helping his cause at all, making him seem all the more incompetent.

However, the moment those three words escaped from his mouth, more than two dozen of the crew members of the ship started moving with quite a bit more alarm than before. These crewmen, covered from head to toe in various amounts of cloth, save the eyes, were the undead under his own command, covered so that the sight of so many zombies and skeletons did not unnerve the living members of the crew, especially when they were to eat.

While a few of his undead moved below deck to check on their remaining supplies, most of the other picked up their cutlasses, pistols and muskets and moved to the starboard to be prepared to repel any pirates dumb enough to board them or in turn to board the ship that was coming for them. After spending a few more moments to read from the book, Nathaniel placed the large leatherbound tome inside his pouch and drew both of his pistols, ready to shoot anyone who dared to face him and this crew, his menacing looking undead bodyguard captain looming right behind the young man.

[color=004b80]"More bodies for me..."[/color] He eventually muttered as he waited for the action to start.