Taylor Briggs
Taylor was't all to surprised at Isabel's elated response. She started hopping around and dancing, even spinning around with that pesky mut, Avalon. He got a quick laugh out of the little mut's sullied nature and Trinity's sharp response. Taylor let out a brief sigh, "Trinity, you, of all people know my name." His expression went from carefree to annoyed. "It's Taylor, not Briggsy." He was getting fed up with the whole Briggs name, but Trinity was his crew mate... again. He'd just have to deal with her for awhile, which wasn't going to be too difficult, he hoped. As Taylor watched his new crew fumble around, he thought that it wasn't such a bad idea to join this crew. After all, he was all but opposed to forming a crew, it'd be nice to add another story to his novel of life.
"I'll head back to the bar, we're going to need a bigger crew than us three." Taylor left the duo with a light smirk. He knew his reputation as Briggs' son would persuade numerous no-name pirates to join their ranks. 'Dad, it seems I'm about to break anew, sorry.' Taylor's attitude reached an all time high from his thought; now, he could finally begin his own adventure, his own legend, his own title. Taylor knew that now was the time to break from his father's lousy name and create a new Briggs, one that was far more honorable and vastly known as a legend. Today was the day he'd create the new Briggs, Briggs the Brazen!
He entered the bar quietly, his sheer size was enough of a presence for most people. He easily towered over a majority of men and that was a great intimidation factor, but it also worked against him many-a-times. He sat at the bar next to a few men who were fumbling around, more of Sterling's men. A messy man with a cigar approached Taylor. -"Did I just hear right? Did Briggs the Broody just sign himself onto the crew of a sprat? A crew that's going to chase the setting sun to find the land of youth, no less? I knew you had low standards Briggs, but seriously? I mean, I expect it from Tricksy Trinity, but from you? I thought you made of smarter stuff. I guess with that compass in your head there wasn't any room left for a brain." In between comments the foolish loudmouth took a few hits from his cigar. "I mean, she's a kid! She obviously can't pay you guys and with an innocent smile like that, you ain't gonna see a scrap a plunder." The loudmouth took another hit and inched closer to Taylor, "Or are you planning something, eh Briggs? Maybe ye two are planning to mutiny this poor little sprat and taking off with her ship. That'd be mighty low, Briggs. You know what they say, like father like son."- Taylor knew that this nobody was simply there to anger him, which he didn't take kindly. He was rather annoyed that this kid, no doubt a cocky nobody, would stake claim on Taylor's reputation or even consider comparing him to his father. Taylor's spirit was lit aflame. He stood up, towering over the boy. "I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are. And as far as I be concerned, you have no right to speak my name." Taylor was growing this urge, the same one he undertakes when his father approaches. "Before ya even consida yourself a pirate worthy of speaking my name, make sure you're bestowed a title." Taylor opened his eyes quiet angrily and swiftly drew his pistol, placing it just below the boys chin. "I suggest you shut your trap and leave my crew alone. If you dare speak another word, I'll erase your piece o'shit existence now. So leave my presence you lousy good-for-nothing filth rat." Taylor was awfully serious about killing this kid, he had it with everyone calling him Briggs. He wasn't Briggs in any way other than name, and that's how it would be.