Taylor Briggs
As he stepped outside, a cool breeze swept by casting on him the enchanting scent of adventure. He gazed out onto the vast ocean spread, recollecting the same horizon from his first voyage with his dad. He could recall all the details; the salty mist, the blistering sunlight raining on the ship, the complaints of the deckhands, even his father's old laugh. Taylor was brought back when Trinity and Isabel had tried to attract his attention. "Hm, oh yes... It's fine, and Trinity... Hey! Give that back!" Taylor found himself amidst two women; not just normal women, but the annoying types. He sighed, after snatching his pistol back from Trinity and returning it to his side. "Alright." He began walking towards the docks, gesturing that the women should walk beside him. "So, this is the situation... Trinity, you conniving vixen and Isabel, that's your name right,(?) and myself need something that someone else can provide, no?" He gave each women a glance to reassure himself that one, they were listening and two, they were actually following him. He was pretty sure the women wouldn't wonder off, but with that Trinity he wasn't so assured enough. Taylor figured they would get bored soon, so he decided to make this conversation brief. "Isabel you're looking for a crew. Trinity you're probably going to search for another captain to latch onto. And well, for myself, I'm looking for someone to hire me. So, I assuming you can see what we should do here?" He gave each woman another glance to ensure that they were still paying attention and still walking beside him. Luckily, neither had strayed off but he could never be to sure that they actually payed any attention to him.