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Gibbs nodded at the cap'n as she placed her hand on his shoulder. After lisening to her speak, which the first part didn't much matter to him, a cap'n is a cap'n is a cap'n, but the next part almost made him smile. "Rich men of al of you." That part stuck in his mind for a while. All of his previse jobs paid... ok at best, most were more done for, love of the sea or duty but to get rich... that had a nice ring to it. After the cap'n finished he spoke up, "Ok any of you who aren't a landloving coward, grab your stuff and get aboard. WE SAIL FOR RICHS!" This also gave him pause, for all his gear was on board a ship full of people who want him dead, and the poor girl he had dragged along had nothing. So he turned to her, "Miss. First off I'm Mr. Mercer. Second seeing as we got no stuff, you got a place with your stuff or ye want me to get you some?" He had no idea when the cap'n would set sail, if this girl had gear or a home or more importantly... ever been to sea. Hopefully she had a place were they both could get stuff, other wise he did have one back up plan but he rather not use as long as he had her in tow.