The Tempest, regretfully, was not paying attention. She was only waiting for queues from the Oceana, whom she immediately followed out of the room and to the medical area of the ship. Each sailor they passed gave them both a wide berth. (Though that was likely Myrari's fault.)
Captain Haversham listened to the exchange with a piqued interest, and a sadly emptied glass. Sometime during the whole ordeal, his sipping had slipped from genteel behavior into quick successive sips that left his glass bare and empty. Like his soul, at having no more Private STock to enjoy.
The best day of his life. Simultaneously cast beside his most horribly day. Strange how fate worked out. He cast Maya a grin and bowed his head respectfully to the Oceana and the crazy-octopus-woman as they left, and then (surprisingly,) bowed his head at the sharkskin girl as she spoke in reference to him and then fun in a sentence shortly after.
He took a step forward, laid the glass down back on its tray on Captain Tulouse's desk and then presented himself to the pair of chatty diplomats. "First, let me be the first to say, in the history of pirating, that I would be delighted to assist you in matters involving the less-savory types of my occupation. I consider it a service to clean up these waters of those who would give freedom-loving fellows - and ladies - such as myself and my crew a bad name. Second -" He turned to TiChaka, "... Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I am Captain Dirk Haversham. You may in fact call me Dirk, if it pleases you."
Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.