Ishaan stood on the top deck watching the crew hustle and bustle about like rats as he took a long drag off his churchwarden pipe. Every great once in a while he'd bark out an order but for the most part, he stood silent. Not wanting to draw attention to himself namely because he stood near the captain's quarters making sure none of the crew bothered the meeting that was taking place. Ishaan removed the pipe from his dry lips as he exhaled. He missed shisha but it was so hard to get in the Caribbean, so just plain tobacco would have to do.

As the door to the captains' quarters swung open the old man stood a bit straighter, examining the figure that had come aboard. He looked as imposing as ever. His gait demanding respect and his mere presence enough to chill lesser men. Blackbeard certainly lived up to his reputation. As Blackbeard finished yelling, he made eye contact with Ishaan and the old man averted his eyes pretending to examine his long pipe.

With Blackbeard finally off the ship he could feel several eyes upon him from some of the crewmates closest to him. He ruffled his white messy white beard knowing full well what they were wanting.

"Ya...Ya... Get back ta work!"

He grumbled loud enough for them to hear resulting in a few of the crewmates looking at each other and grinning as Ishaan slowly began to meander towards the captains' quarters. Seems Taylor wasn't too keen to speak right away, and he'd need his old friend Ishaan to....

Ishann stopped briefly lost in thought. He wasn't sure what he'd do but by George it would certainly be something! He adjusted his sweat-soaked turban ever so slightly as he stood in front of the door reaching his hand up to knock upon it.