Re: On the Desert Rose
Aurlin smiles, obviously pleased at the doomed tiefling entertaining attempt at escape. When the position of first mate comes up, Aurlin cringes at the idea of being given any responsibility. He is free spirited and unpredictable, not one to be tied down or told what to do. But then he calms his normaly racing thoughts, takes a breath of fresh sea air--which he was coming to like even more--and thinks about the position more carefully. Never thought of myself as a leader............ but I suppose pirates ain't as picky as them big shots in the cities. Not sure of what to do, he decides to head down to his bunk and think ab.............. bunk.
Bet the first mate gets better quarters than the rest of the crew.
Suddenly finding the position most interesting, and realising that a certain amount of power and responsibility might actually give him the freedom he so despratly needs, Aurlin decides that he is indeed interested in the position.
The cunning and oppurtunistick rogue steps boldly forward, stands confidently in front of the captain and assembled crew, and says, I have not the expierience my good captain, but my dedication is steadfast, and my skills are without doubt. Ask and it shall be done, and if anyone wishes to challenge me for the position, then say so now! He looks in turn to each member of the crew, as if challenging there opposition.