Cliff "Ship Burner" Lawson
Queen's Dagger's Quartermaster
I be stumblin around The deck
I be cuddlin with The rum
Me mind be wandering to Much better
Well Cap'n Are yee ready ter pay the Fellows back? hope yee don't mind but I think I'll have the first shot. Cliff had picked a canon ball up on his way to Bone's position. He then got in to a stance and lobbed the hunk of iron at the Fellows in what seemed to be an awkward pitch. but don't let it fool you Cliff had launched the ball with the same might that held the mast up.
It was no cannon fodder but the iron hunk caused a quite a bit of damage for being thrown. The members of the Fellows would have heard a crack as it hit the side of their ship.
with a satisfied nod Cliff said
If they didn't see us before, they know we're here now. He nodded to his Captain in a way that said "I'm ready" then walked off towards the stern. he came across Tarik who was sitting down.
"sorry bout that. I'm a little angry when sober." He sat down next to the woman and looked at her hand.
"here." He said as he tore a clean piece of his bandages off and handed it to her.
I'm goin ter need yer help. from what I can tell yer the best fighter we got on ter Queen and I plan on Payin' ter Fellows back fer the mast." He took a swig of his rum then continued.
"I wanna show you somfin' " He opened his jacket on the opposite side of where he keeps his rum. inside of it there were multiple pockets of bombs, flammable oils and a large metal spike with a handle.
"now fer the interesting part." Cliff pulled his lips back to revile his teeth. At first glance they appeared normal, but with closer inspection one could see that his canines had been replaced with false ones. The tops a shiny steel and the bottoms a black flint. He then clicked his jaw to demonstrate how he produces sparks.
Me name ain't Shipburner for nothin' he laughed