[h3][color=00a99d][center]Maréngo[/center][/color][/h3]
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Maréngo couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship of the boat as they made their way aboard. Now that he wasn't running for his life, there was time to appreciate the vessel. He took note of how well maintained and relatively clean everything appeared and knew right from the start the crew took pride in their work. As he was already planning on helping out around the ship, Maréngo was very pleased by what he saw. Though the journey would be short he had a feeling he would enjoy the company of this crew.

Once below deck, he took a seat on the hammock opposite Y'vanna and leaned back with his hands behind his head. A terrified Pyka soon began to relax to a state of general nervousness and finally released his grip on his new owner. content to sit beside him. The pirate immediately perked up at the mention of drink and gratefully took the offered bottle. He lifted it to his lips but paused, remembering Solange's instructions for him to abstain from alcohol while the medicine worked its mojo. The pirate frowned and passed the bottle back with a heavy sigh. He thought it best not to disregard the advice of a trained herbalist (for now at least). Come to think of it, he still hadn't figured out what could've caused his bowels to revolt like that. He decided that it didn't matter anyway and there were far more important things to dwell on.
[color=00a99d]"What an excitin' start to our little adventure,"[/color] he chuckled. [color=00a99d]"Maybe next time we do that we'll try not to fight the law five to one. I'm not sure who among us are gamblers but I can assure you those are shit odds."[/color]