Off the port-side railing, the sound of Thunder and a storm brewing is echoed across the seas. A small, but nimble man scurries from the crow's nest down to the brass gilded door leading into the Captain's Cabin. "Capt'n!", the man shouts as he pounds on the door. "There be a storm off of port! I recommend we weigh anchor an wait her out." Then the door open and out stands a man of great proportions, He had a claymore on his back. I short vest showed the tree trunks of arms this man had, his face had many scars, and it always wore a grim smile. He had no hair on his scalp, but the eyebrows were dark. Then a voice rang from behind him, "Oh,