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Beorgric had been up since dark, fussing over the holds and inspecting the maintenance and cleanliness of the ship. There could be no room or excuse for shoddy craftmanship or lazy handiwork; he was a dwarf, after all, and some kind of standard had to be upheld. As Davvie came prancing upon deck, he tipped his hat in respect for his captain. Beorgric was of royal blood among his kin, but out here she was boss. He wasn't about to spoil the chance she'd given him by acting uppity. Alberich knew that had cost him enough in the past. Besides, Beorgric liked her. Davvie had a way about her that made him smile, their differences nonwithstanding.

As Davvie spoke, Beorgric raised an eyebrow and scratched his beard. Most of the crew were still fast asleep down below, but then again, that hadn't stopped them in the past. The mention of loot and plunder had an almost magical effect on pirates, he'd found. He hobbled up beside the captain along the railing where she was standing, putting his thumbs in his belt and spitting down into the foaming waves below.

[color=aba000]Feelin' like a bit o' mornin' exercise, Captain?[/color] he said, shooting the captain a side glance and a sly smile, [color=aba000]We could all do with a wee workout, I'd say. Besides, I’ve been lookin' at our stores. They’re not empty, but there's surely room fer more, if ye catch me drift.[/color]