"Oh. Well I uh... I wasn't expectin fer ya ta be curious bout me... Um..." Sticky chatted with you as the two of you head towards the Kitchen. You could already hear Buggsy furiously chopping away at something, his cleaver making sharp noises with each slice. "Ta be honest, da ship's life all I really known. Me pa used ta be a raider or sumthin, and me mum she well... She liked him, and had me. One day though me pa never came back and I started workin as a sailor for a while. Couple years ago me ma passed, so now I just work ta keep myself fed and such. Don't really got a home of me own, so I just go wherever the crew needs me ta be. Mostly just been going back and forth places. Fer a while I just went wif whoever was willing ta hire me. Bein an orc, most ships wanted me fer my muscles. Not too long ago though I joined this crew and that put me in Burg and Warg's gang. Other orcs ya know, figured I ought to stick with em. Before in other ships usually just one or two orcs, and dey usually pretty mean. But uh, these guys are pretty nice, ya know. Poke fun a bit but none of the others bother me too much." Sticky said as he spoke more about his life.

In the kitchen, Buggsy was once more busy at work chopping up some sea creature to put into a stew. He seemed to be in almost a trance and didn't spare you or Sticky even a word as he put down two bowls containing some sort of chowder soup with a hard tact biscuit on the side. "Ah, looks like we'll be eatin well tonight. Buggsy' making chowder. Ya wanna go eat up deck or something? The mess hall's got a lot of the wounded dere, so I dun't think ye wanna be eatin dere right now."