OOC: I think the first one is more for people who have already been enlisted/would be stowaways/people jumping from this thread to the other- which is the ship. :P
IC:
Chris nodded at their new cook's request and very neatly wrote his name out in ink. He didn't know if, by this request, that the man could read or write, though the pirate didn't hold it against their new cook if he couldn't.
"Right, then," he replied with a grin after briefly checking his handiwork to make sure he had spelled the name correctly.
"Thank you very much," he continued, though he didn't want to extend his hand, again; he had enough hand crushing for that morning. Chris' eyes turned towards Oliver, who was walking towards the dock.
"Remember, I want you there by tomorrow early... and sober," he warned, adding the last remark as a bit of an afterthought.
Chris arched a brow in suspicion as a new figure approached them. He was a shady creature, to be sure; his hood concealed his features until closer inspection. Perhaps to keep attention away from himself, but that seemed ironic to the pirate- it only drew his attention, especially since that man was approaching their table.
Chris said nothing as the man approached, but nodded at his question; he cut straight to the point, this one, acting as if he was already hired.
"Tomorrow," the pirate replied as he boldly stared up at the man, trying to make out his face.
He's escaping from something, he realized, recognizing that tone anywhere. The stranger was a criminal, by the looks of things, a rough one, though seemed all right with taking orders... for now.
Well, as long as he's always fine with the third, he's perfect.
Chris offered his hand towards the newcomer.
"We could use extra hands on deck," he replied, before launching into the same introduction and speech he had given to the other recruits.
"But before we sign you up," he added boldly, "Might I have your name, and what are you hiding under that hood of yours?"
At the end of his questions,a boy in his teens approached and asked Chris and Elias a bout getting a position on rigging. Hadn't Chris been busy with the other stranger, he would have begun to examine this new comer immanently; rigging was part of what he did, after all.
Elias can take care of him, for now, he thought as he waved towards the sign up sheet.
"Sign up, here, lad," he gruffly replied without taking his eyes off of Vladimir.