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How did you fair the storm. And with pirates on the Island, what should we do to protect our illustrious passengers? [This may be genuine, but he also may be a dick.]

OOC: Rhade is a British Royal Marine stationed aboard the Redeemer, but originally came from Croatia and has a thicker accent. He's had feelings his superior officer, Dylan Hunt, for some time and knows that Dylan's fiancé has been unfaithful. He's avoided telling him because Dylan has unwavering confidence in her. He's been investing much of his time in the little powder monkey, Ben.

It can safely be assumed that he's still a cheeky, cagey bastard and relatively friendly, so I'm open to most of the Redeemer crew assuming friendship.

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[He unbuttons his shirt, because the island is hot and he wants to tie it around his waist, twisted up like a belt. He snorts at Dylan.] If you were not smug when I agreed with you, sir, I would do so more often. [Though he actually didn't mind the smugness. Not one bit.]

But I like it when people agree with me. I suppose that I shall simply have to attempt to be less smug.

[He decides that Rhade has the right idea on how to deal with this climate and removes his shirt as well.]

[He doesn't know how he got to this point. Conventionally Gaheris was very attracted to women; he never had any inclination toward a man before. But the more time he spent with Dylan, the more that his mind wandered, his dreams betrayed him.

And now he has to look quickly away from Dylan.]

I saw Lizzie, right before we left. [He says before he can stop himself, staring straight ahead.]

[Dylan saw Lizzie, too, but knows well enough that she might hide things from him that she wouldn't from Rhade. But what he thinks she might have been hiding was crushing grief at his departure that she was holding back for his sake.

Because that's how he'd felt upon leaving her.]

And how was my best girl when you saw her?

Happy. Pleased. And drifting past a window with her arms around your grocer.

[He doesn't look at Dylan, and he's intensely bitter sounding. For many reasons; part of him knows that Dylan looks upon her like she's perfect, and partly because he's known for some time that she betrayed his friend.]

We were about to set sail, you were already aboard, warning you would have made no difference.

[Dylan stopped in his tracks.]

You must be mistaken. It must have been someone else, someone who looks like my Lizzie.

[He wants it to be a mistake.]

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