Very large, missing leg, lots of tattoos, high pitch voice, loves to laugh.
Morgrym was hoisting the sail on the main mast of the Sultry Slut as strong gail caught the already damaged hemp. The sudden tug on the rope pulled Morgrym across the deck and was sure to collide with the mast. Suddenly the rope went taut. Morgrym’s forward momentum stopped. He looked behind him and saw a very large man holding the rope with one hand and standing at a very sharp angle leaning back on his haunches.
“This ain’t no time f’r playin’ ‘round S’r”, he stated
Morgrym was thrown when hearing the rather high pitch that came out of his mouth. He stood just short of six feet. And weighted in at at least 300 pounds. He had tattoos in all the usual places that you would expect for a pirate. The most notable one was on his great round belly. This had an image of a ship taking almost all if said belly. It was a very big ship to say the least.
"Thanks for the assistance but I had it all under me control my good man”. Morgrym stammered. The seaman tied off the rope after pulling up the linen the rest of the way up the mast.
He let out a loud boisterous laugh in that high pitch voice. “of course, ye little dwarf, of course! No need f’r a fella of ya’r stature to do all the work. Glad to help!” he let out another laugh. As he was walking off it occurred to Morgrym he had spent little time with the crew and thought it may be good to get to know some of the men. So later that evening he made a point speak to this very large and very strong seaman.
Later that evening over mess Morgrym sat across from him. After a few moments Morgrym asked, “what’s yer name?”.
“they call me Stub, s’r” he bellowed a laugh with half eaten food shooting across the table. Morgrym wiped his face and put on what he hoped was a friendly smile. Morgrym looked at his peg leg and thought better not to inquire on exactly how he obtained that title.
“how’d ya come to sail on the Sultry Slut Stub?”
He laughed again. This time Morgrym managed to dodge most of the projecting food. “Well, last I heard it was still the Lard Bucket but you and y’r companions have called it a whole bunch o’ names since we left port.”
“We’re working in it.”
he gave a big toothy smile, “I Hail from Ilizmagorti. Been sailing since I was little. At least as little as a man as big as me could be. Been sailing all me life and plan to die doing it!” as he took another bite out of his meat.
After grub was over Morgrym and Stub played dice and told bad jokes and tried to out do each others battle scars. In the end, Morgrym made a friend.