Late Night Snack {Seamus}

[Lars Engström]

Lars gave a wry smile at the attempt at humor, focusing on keeping his face calm and his appearance as innocent as he could. He nodded, slightly, when Seamus introduced himself, noting that he had released Jordan, and felt a slight amusement grow at the interest in deals. As soon as his hand made contact with Seamus', Lars moved. Grabbing hold of the arm so there could be no escape, he pulled him out of the doorway, and twisted him to the ground. Before he could recover, Lars was on him.

Planting one knee squarely on his chest, Lars used his other leg to insure there would be no more kicking, by pinning Seamus' legs with his own. Lars' left hand took a firm grasp on the other man's wrists, pinning his hands as well. He then reached back and drew the pistol, pointing it down at his prisoner.

"Now, we are going to get some things straight, and you are going to listen." His face was grim, and determined. "I am not going to shoot you," He said, tossing the gun off to the side, without breaking eye contact. "I just needed your attention." He moved his right hand down, and kept it in a ready position to strike if he had to. "I can hardly dump you here, and you look like you might at least be able to sweep, if nothing else. So You can stay, but let me be very clear about this." He paused. "If you EVER try to threaten my crew again, you will wish I had killed you right here." he spoke softly, so that the others wouldn't hear.

Lars released Seamus, and stood up. Walking over to the place where the gun had fallen, he picked it up, and then looked back at Seamus. "Find someplace to sleep, I don't want you living in here all the time." He began climbing the stairs. "Jordan, get him a blanket or something, he can sleep on the couch for now." He gave her a look, as he locked the pistol in the cabinet. "Lance, if you can see me in my office? Whenever you get the chance?" He shook his head. "Oh," He called over his shoulder, mainly to Seamus. "If you think you are going to just free load, you are wrong." He smiled slightly, "Get some sleep, work starts early on a ship."

[Seamus Callahan]

Seamus went down like a ton of bricks, falling heavily and grunting in pain as Lars took him down. This new betrayal seemed to flip a switch somewhere in Seamus' head. The boy was squirming and snarling and spitting like an alleycat, but he lacked the strength to loose himself from Lars' grip.

The knee in his chest hurt, and his legs were pinned efficiently by the heavier man. "Get the off me!" Profanity loosed by anger. Yet it balked and the scrawny musician froze when Lars trained the pistol on him and the anger faded slightly when he threw the gun away.

"You could have just asked." Seamus snarled, still not entirely calmed. He rubbed at his sore wrists. "Not that I don't like this dancin' cap'n but you're a little rough. His sarcastic quip was merely left over rage. He was more than willing to do a bit of manual labor for safe passage. He rubbed at his sore forearms and back the second Lars released him.

"Thanks for being so...welcoming, Cap'n" Sarcasm dribbled from Seamus like water from a leaky faucet. He never had been able to hold his tongue when he was angry. Seamus threw his long arms wide, gesticulating wildly. "I'll just go back to my crate I guess, unless you feel like hitting me some more."

His back turned, and he stalked away with long strides. Quite literally returning to his crate (he had cleared away some cargo and swiped some blankets to make a little nest for himself) to gather up his things. That is, unless his sarcasm pissed Lars off enough to earn a retaliation.

[Lance Howe]

Lars didn't even need the help. He reacted quickly and forcefully, catching their stowaway off guard. Within an instant the captain had complete control of the situation once again. It was times like this that the man proved that despite his age he rightfully deserved the position not just because he owned the ship. There was no doubt who ran this boat and that there was one person you absolutely did not with. Well you could probably come up with a long list of crew members, excluding only concussed Trace and ever-friendly Jordan, that would kick Seamus' if he tried anything.

The lesson still took a bit of time to sink in on the kid. Although he was giving less lip back, it was still there even after being manhandled to the ground and having a gun pointed in his face. Again, the kid's backtalk was humorous to the doctor. The nerve of the kid to suggest that the captain only needed to ask to put him to work rather than threaten was particularly funny... just like a kid only needed to ask to pay his passage as a laborer rather than sneaking aboard, hiding like an animal, and stealing supplies.

Humor or not, the doctor remained out of the way. With Lars deciding the confrontation was over, Lance soon followed him out. He'd make a stop in the infirmary to get properly dressed before going to the captain. It would give him a chance to prepare as well.