The sailor gave a patient smile as he took his seat, aware of his foreign name.
[color=00a99d]"[i]Maréngo[/i], sir and give me just a moment to think. I'm no quarter master but..."[/color]
He tilted his chair back at a precarious angle and mumbled to himself as he counted on his fingers, staring off at nothing. Literacy may not have been his strong suite but numbers came easily to him. After a long pause he turned to Vargas.
[color=00a99d]"Two weeks small crew, room for equipment, I'd say somewhere more than likely between fifty-eight and sixty hundred gold. No more than sixty five hundred or you're bein' robbed blind."[/color]