Silas Davier was not a patient man. He was many things; an adventurer, a sailor, a well respected captain, a fearsome enemy... But a patient man was not on that list of titles, self proclaimed or otherwise. He stood by the docks where his ship was tied for the time being. The smelly little port town he'd been forced to make rest in for the night was not on his intended list of stops for this trip. But an offer he couldn't refuse had come by, some two weeks ago, and the cash offered was not something that he could refuse so easily. For the better part of the last hour, he stood by his ship, impatiently checking the time with the gold plated watch chained to one of his belt loops. He was growing tired of the waiting. This... George, or perhaps it was Greg... He couldn't recall the name of the man who'd sent him the offer. Something bland. English descent, most likely. He didn't remember, nor did he care. He only cared that they made good of their promise. A hefty sum of gold in exchange for a ride to someplace on their way to their next destination. Silas thought the request a strange one, but he had no qualms about the conditions of it, which stated his newest passenger would work for their keep among the ship during their travels. That, he could make use of. And he intended to. Poor sod was paying to work for him. It was naïve. It was cute. And it was the kind of foolhardy thirst for adventure he looked for in new recruits. But the lateness. That irked him terribly. Poor fellow would need to step up their game, if they hoped to earn any sort of place amongst the crew. Still, he waited. And waited. And waited.