I hear footsteps behind me and quickly turn to see four men whispering at each other coming from the Fore hatch. An odd expression loomed on each of their faces witch instantly made me wary of the lot. The man in front speaks up, “Cap’n sent us down to fetch food and rum.” I put on a good smile and addressed the man in front, “I see, well, might I know yer names gentlemen?” “Me names Bill Flint, this here’s Tommy Halsey, Nathan Bly, and Jonas McCormick.” The man replies. Well gentlemen, welcome to my galley. I’ll fetch you some rum, boiled beef, and soft tack, if that’s to yer liking. “That’d be fine.” Replies Mr. Flint. As I go about my task I keep a good watch out the corner of my eye at the group of men behind me, still whispering amongst themselves.