?Hey, hey, hey!? Jent stepped forward to welcome Sebastian aboard. ?Look who finally joined us!? Sebastian shoved Jent away and scoffed, joining in the playful banter between the crew as they laughed.

?Have a drink!? Milo thrust a bottle of whiskey into Bastian?s hands and then raised his own bottle in a toast. At 23, Milo was in his prime. He was decently built, and got along well with the crew. His affinity for the female creature was all too apparent and he was seen, more often than not, taking home a different girl every night. He turned to the 9 crew members who had stayed to celebrate. The men ranged from their early twenties to early thirties.

There was Morris, 31, who was married to a beautiful wife and had a lovely brand new little boy. He was stocky, broad shouldered and wore a scruffy beard. He had a mouth that would make even the foulest pirate cringe, but new how to sweet talk his wife when he needed to.

To his left was Jent, 21, young and probably the craziest of them all. He was always thinking up ways to liven up their days when it was raining or freezing cold. There were times when Milo thought that Jent wasn?t mature enough to handle the ships rigging, but he?d proved himself many times over.

James and Garet were brothers ? a good team. James was the younger of the two, being 24 and Garet at 27. Having been born in some far off land, the brothers often shouted orders to each other in their native tongue, continually baffling and intriguing the crew. Their builds and facial features were nearly identical, but the age difference was quite apparent, with James merely looking like a younger version of Garet.

Sebastian was goofing off with Andy, a sinewy looking man with dark hair, a wirey frame and a pointy nose. He looked to have been dealt a harsh hand in life and carried the scars to prove it. Andy?s jaw was slightly crooked from being dealt too many stiff right hooks back in his fighting days. He had an easy going attitude, however, and many of the crew members got along with him quite well.

On the far right were B.J. and Leo Kauffman. They were both already drinking their whiskey laughing about something or other. The latter of the two was affectionately called by his surname ? though no one knew why; they just did. Kauffman was a big man. He was 26, six foot two, and weighed close to 270lbs. The guy was pure muscle and hit like a locomotive. His partner in crime, B.J., was a scruffy backwoodsman who had traded in his plow for a better life in the city. He was strong, crass, and often times considerably gruff with everyone ? but they paid him no mind. B.J. is all bark and no bite when it comes to his mates.

Fine looking bunch these guys, eh? It took a certain kind of man to lead the life of a sailor/longshoreman ? it was surprising that Bastian could handle it. Milo grinned at them all and cleared his throat, yelling above everyone?s raucous noise. ?To ships, women, and money!?

?Here, here,? they all cried in unison.