Their was a sudden silence from the rest of the sailors as Jorge lifted the rifle, and quick as possible could be, 2 wheel lock pistol and 1 double barreled match lock was pointing at Jorge, "PUT THE GUN DOWN SONNYBOY" Simons stern voice bellowed. they had chosen to completely ignore Leopolds words.
Jorge lowered the musket, what he did having the desired effect. "Ain't even loaded." He aimed at himself and squeezed the trigger. The distinct sound of the shooting mechanism happening, but nothing else. He then slung the musket onto his back. "Now if y'all stop aimin' at me I might get somethin' done!"
"Oy, Lads if ye are done with yer little games then mayhaps ye could keep an eye on that reef, and keep me from runnin her aground." Growing more comfortable at the helm, Samuel called for the crew to let out some more sail and increase the speed.
Leopold tried to get up, supporting himself on the chair - but it was so cheap wood that it broke from all his weight on the weak back-rest it had - turning it into a deadly bar stool. The Prussian man fell again on the ground and now smashing the entire remnants of a chair under his weight along. "Damn illiterate carpenters who created this seat!" He exclaimed out loud.
The man extended his hand and got up with the help of Jorge. "Thank you, oh blessed friend of our Lordship! Uhhhh Captain!" Leopold hugged the man, getting far closer and friendlier to others than in his sober condition.
"By my dead grandfather you will! That is my duty - Mine alone, by my name is Leopold Maxi-xi-Maximillian!" He exclaimed and nodded, leaning with his back against the Cargo Hold door to not let anyone or anything past him.
"Alrighto. But if someone ends up stealing something because you end up asleep, don't tell me I didn't warn ye!" Jorge went away and just looked around, looking for something to do.
