Malcador shrugged, and gave the Captain a nod in acknowledgement. He was certainly trying to get her favor, but he also wasn't lying in his eagerness to serve or help out. What better way to prove he wasn't going to betray them at a moment's notice? As long as they gave him a comfortable place to sleep, good food, and perhaps some pleasant company, he would be as happy as ever. He smoothed his drying hair as best he could, understandable making sure there were no leaves or lingering bits of old crew members on him. Whilst he wanted to live, he wasn't a suck-up either. Malcador was a relatively respected mage in the Mythrim Tethir and he also wanted to appear dignified, though he had a certain manner of vanity as well. Clearing his throat, he gave Runa and the others a nod as they walked past and he followed suit, the Boatswain tagging along to evidently keep him company. The sun had not yet set, but the horizon was fiery and quite beautiful, and a gloom settled over the landscape. The soil they walked on wasn't quite hardened dirt, but it could sustain tree and plant life, and they weren't at the sands of the beach yet, either. As he followed, he noted the ship [i]Skirmisher[/i] he had sailed in on being towed toward this new Galleon run by the ladies. He figured those men left on the [i]Skirmisher[/i] would be sold off for ransom. Better than a sword to the gut or the hangman's noose. Oddly enough, despite their ruthless tendencies and the constant threat of death, it was oddly nice seeing the lady pirates sigh or cheer at the mere sight of their ship. No matter how you sliced it, home was home even to cutthroats and sailors. "So do I report to you or the Captain on the conditions of my quarters and food?" He asked the Boatswain, simple and honest. If they were going to turn around and hang him they had wasted a lot of time, so he suspected he really was going to be put on the ship as a crew-member. If so, he did need to eat and sleep, and he doubted they would shove him in a communal sleeping area with the girls. He might not mind it but that would cause inevitable problems. "Also, what is the ship name and what is your name? I don't believe we have become acquainted yet." He held out a hand, a small smile played on his lips. His voice was liquid chocolate, and only halfway because he attempted to make it so. Truth be told, he did have a nice voice.