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A little upset without finding the quarter master he would slide back into the interior of the ship. As he walks the vessel slowly working his way back top side he would gaze about all the few people he would see under deck people working or lounging about for what ever reasons. At this time the mans Stomach would rumble. Since the night at tavern he hasn't eaten much he was rather poor. That night he was only able to get an ale and some bread. That ale... that unlucky ale brought him right back to hell on sea but this time he wont let it break him so easily this time.

Doc would work his way to the Kitchen after feeling his stomach rumbling. Arriving at the kitchen he would walk in seeing the cook and his new found assistant cleaning/cooking.

"Oie. You lot got some grub i can munch on? Doesn't have to be alot just a little something to tie me till supper." As he is saying this he would hold his stomach from hunger pains. Man the spirits must be laughing at him right now they seem to take joy in his suffering now a days. But they do tend to help him at his times of need... i mean he did swear upon the death of his crew he would find the man who enslaved them and kept doc as a pet for years... He will kill that bastard and make a new little accessory out of that man.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
if needed.:p

After being assigned to his job he looks about the ship. "Welp guess it time to get a snack then i guess i could try my hand at knotting again.." The good ol man would turn around and walk back into the darker under belly's of the ship.
(Option chosen lets find the quarter master.)

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 19
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
If needed. And sorry i was a little busy.

The older gentle man would gaze back at Plugg smiling." I am an old man, Physical tasks are rather Hard for a bag of bones such as my self."

At this the man looks at the rigging and sigh's. "well aint my cup of tea but it aint worth di..." He would be cut off by this strange monkey man shooting up to the nest with out breaking a sweat. He would let out a grin."Well that solves that. Kahahahaha."

Waking up to the rocking of the ship and the rank odor of the people around him or... maybe it was just him his hobby tended to leave a rather interesting odor about him. He would stand up shakily rubbing his head. The older gentle man would have issues finding his sea legs again after so many years." Ughh where the bloody hell am I." His train of thought was interrupted by a man flapping his mouth to get on deck or be flayed alive or some rat vomit of a thing such as that. This old man would just curl his thin lips and let out a cackling laughter as he walks up the steps to the deck. Shielding his eyes from the blinding sun he would look about to see where others have gathered then join the group.