Taylor Briggs
Taylor bore witness to the small rumble that was overtaking the bar. 'Buffoons...' He then rested his head in his arms, which sat crossed on the counter top. He didn't pay much attention to the returning newcomer. He was in some sort of stooper, still feeling anguish with the whole, 'bad catch' for the day. He watched the girl, who shared the appearance of a fourteen year old, as she hopped onto a nearby stool while ordering some juice. As the young girl began talking, rather loudly, Taylor opened his ears. He listened to her meaningless comment and cringed when she finally noticed him, addressing him as 'Mr. Hothead', just as Trinity labeled him previously. "Just so you know, these men are retired pirates... or pirates on dry dock. They're all affiliated to another pirate crew, well at least most of us are..." Taylor lifted his head, turning it to the girl, with his eyes remaining closed and showing an expression of slight irritation. "Hello... Just so you know, my name isn't 'Hothead'... it's Taylor Briggs..." Taylor cringed again at the sound of that infamous name, Briggs. "I'm not sure why you're searchin' for a crew at such an age, but give me some proof of you being a strong captain and I'll consider joining' ya' crew." The words just rolled off of Taylor's tongue, but he was in fact searching for a crew to join. He just saw that this was going to be a waste of time.