Captain Drystan
Standing at the edge of the dock, Drystan watched and listened to the myriad of people wanting to join in on the hunt. Most were rather unimpressive, looking like the average sellsword, but there were a few that stood out. There was one man who wore an axe on his back in a distinctive manor, and he was pretty sure was a wanted man. Drystan was not the Captain of the peace keepers of the bounty hunters, though, so he really did not care what was in this man's past. He nodded at his words, glad to have someone who seemed comfortable in open waters. It wasn't likely that their fight would take place on the sea itself, but it never hurt to have someone with such experience.
Now this other man who came barreling through the crowd, he definitely left an impression. Just the fact that he had no qualms shoving his way through other men opening carrying weapons, clearly ready for a fight said a lot about his character. Drystan looked him up and down briefly, standing stock still. He always seemed tense, rigid, especially now before a new voyage. It wasn't that he was nervous, though, it was just his demeanor.
Drystan nodded at Davos who had introduced himself. His inside knowledge of the creature would prove very helpful in this situation.
"I would be very interested to hear of your experience with the creature," he replied.
"Step onto the ship and we'll talk on our way. I'll admit I have little experience with this thing. I'm sure it will help some of the other less experienced hunters to hear a bit about the creature." With that, Drystan turned and walked aboard the Rancid Eel.
He himself was a very confident man, some might even say cocky. He didn't often boast of his talents or skills, but he showed his confidence in other ways. The way he walked, the serious look in his eyes, and his lack of planning. As he hadn't much knowledge of the creature he was planning to fight, he hadn't spent much time planning tactics. He knew his own strength and felt there was little risk and, therefore, little to worry about. He knew other's didn't feel the same, however, and that they would find some solace in any information that would help them plan out their own attacks. If it would keep the other hunters from panicking mid-battle, Drystan welcomed the information.
Once aboard the ship, Drystan turned back towards the docks.
"We will be embarking to the island!" His voice bellowed, rising above the chatter that was going on around them.
"If you wish to fight, come aboard. If not, be prepared to receive us when we return, victorious." With that, he turned and signaled the captain of the ship, who immediately began untying the large ropes that kept the ship in place.
Their voyage was not a long one: the isle only a couple of knots away from the docks themselves. The saltwater sprayed up against the ship as it cut it's way through the waves. Drystan stood, silently, staring ahead at the island as it slowly seemed to grow larger and larger.
They made port on the south end of the island. There was no dock to tie the ship to, so the captain and a small grew had to stay aboard to receive the remaining party when they returned. There was a small beach that they landed on, sand giving way to thick grass which quickly turned to rocky ridges. It was rough terrain, useless for farming or housing. It had always been a rather uninhabited island: anyone who tried quickly gave up due to the rocky landscape and lack of resources.
"I will begin scouting the shoreline here. You may join me or you may go off on your own. Either way, this island is not very large. We are bound to find the creature's hiding space soon enough."