"As long as you all obey the rules, your welcome aboard." Captain drunk down the mug of rum that was brought to him. Picking up his hat, he made his way to the door. "Shall we be off then me maties?"

OOC: Sorry, as I said before I'm new at this, I'm still learning.

OOC: Don't worry Minor, i'm kinda new at this too.

"Matie? You're seriously not going to be calling me a matie?" She says as she walks towards him.

"I call people what I feel like calling them lassy."

She closes her eyes and speaks through clenched teeth. "Okay, i suppose i'll have to get used to that. How many other woman are going to be on the ship?"

OOC: What the hell does OOC stand for, anyway? All I know is you use it to "pause" the action as you say something not in the game.

"Ha! As long as you never refer to me as 'lassy,' I won't be forced to shove this," Sivel gestures towards his trusty blade, "down your throat. I get respect, and I'll give it back fairly."

OOC: Out of Character

IC:
"Only two other people on my ship. A tech-wiz kid we call Spark, and a girl named Abby."

Sivel suddenly becomes interested in the conversation.
"How old is this Abby?" He says as he downs his shot of vodka and orders a pint of Foster's. (Australian for beer)

She sighs. "I suppose as long as there's another girl on the ship." She then smiles at Sivel and Captain. "Well, then, i suppose we should be on our way."

"Alrighty then," Replies Sivel. He glances over at Captain. "It's your call. You ready to leave?"