The men had been finished for the night were heading home when this blood covered young man came bounding towards the plank. To be honest they were looking between the blood and the moving lump over his shoulder very unsure of what to do but the oldest looking man stepped forward, "you boys scram, you," he pointed at the man covered in blood, "Bring your shit and come on."

If the young man followed the man who had spoken to him then he'd be lead below deck of Keelan's man ship 'The Seahawk'. It was a modest sized ship but it was Keelan Morrigan's first ship purchased fresh out of the Navy, his base of operations for both...legal and illegal things.

Keelan was in his office when, Bulger, knocked three times paused and knocked once, "Mister Morrigan, got a fella out here who wants to talk with ya?" Bulger looked at the moving person slung over the young man's back, "he's covered in blood and gotta notha fella on his shoulder," Keelan who was sitting at his desk cleared his throat and out popped a young commoner woman from under his desk, "Come back later and I'll have your payment okay?" she gave a very uneducated and untrained curtsey to Lord Morrigan before leaving, she left the door open so Keelan could wave them in. He stood and fixed his black fancy trousers as his guest and worker entered, electric blue eyes locked onto the bloody gruff looking man who entered with Bulger but he didn't say anything initially.

He stepped around his desk and circled around the back the man looking at the squirming sack, "what's this?" Keelan finally grunted stepping from them to the wet bar in his cabin, "better be a good reason too, because you're either brave or stupid for parading a body through the streets like this understand? You brought them on my ship and now we got witnesses, which means you have two problems, causes me problems and that is already a third problem for you..."

Keelan listened to the young man's explanation and as usual the wild blue eyed Morrigan gave his reply with a stiff grunt. He silently looked at Bulger and nodded his head toward the sack of shit on the young man's shoulder, "Mister Bulger help me," Keelan and Bulger moved to take the man off of the young man's shoulder, "I'm going to sit you down fella, take this rug off of you," Keelan was speaking to the other gentleman as he and Bulger sat him on his feet, "Come on man, get your feet," Bulger was holding the man who was coming back around by his pant waist, "Listen friend if you scream or get loud," the man's eyes were unfocused and head lolling from side to side before Keelan smacked him across the face, "hey!" he snapped his fingers a few times finally fully gaining the man's attention, "I need you to listen. Don't scream or yell stay calm or Bulger here will break a finger or all of them," the man went to try and speak but Keelan cut him off with another slap, "Shut up. You don't speak."

Keelan whispered something to Bulger who would drag the man to a chair and forcefully sat him down, then left the cabin without another word.

Pulling his attention from the asshole Keelan turned it to the young man, "What's your name? "

He never forgot a name, @raff was one he'd definitely not forget. Keelan turned his attention back to the drink child beater, "Greglin is it?"

"aye I am Lord Morrigan, Keelan Morrigan innit?" Greglin closed a nostril and cleared the other with a big wad of snot and blood, he spoke as if he had something now and in a way Greglin really believed it: he'd heard the conversation and he knew a scandal like this would be over the merchant's head. He cleared the other nostril before speaking, "don't listen to this little soft belly welp my Lord, his mum didn't show'im right. Been a tiddy boy all his life," Keelan interrupted the man, "Drink or smoke?"

Greglin smiled so big at Raff but nodded to Keelans offer, in his mind he had won. Keelan held a hand out, "belt?" the man didn't even hesitate to hand it over, it felt like it weighed a ton in the merchant's hand but still he stalked over to his wet bar.

"Do you like beating kids Greglin?"

The smile faded a bit, "Beating? I call it given lessons my diddy did it and his da' before him...yer Uncle never whooped you my Lord? When you got loud or smarted back?"

Keelan poured three drinks and packed a pipe, "Oh, yeah, I had my ears rang a time or two. A belt to tan my arse, oh aye Greglin I was whipped," he handed Raff the first drink, "but I asked if you like beating kids," then Greglin and the pipe, "is there a difference?"

"I...I suppose not," Keelan sipped his drink as he picked up the belt tapping it against his leg, "but this young man here thinks perhaps you take it overboard? So there has to be a difference in what I'm asking," Greglin puffed on the pipe, his face twisted into surprise at the smooth and ample taste of the tobacco, still he didn't miss a beat, "he's a twat. Plain and simple. A little sucker punching ninny, and I'll tell you the lesson in this Raff...those brats yer 'protecting' are gonna pay fer this boy! Thinkin' like you, that the paren-," Keelan had calmly sat his drink down before taking the belt in his hand and wrapping it around Greglins neck as he pulled up he kicked the chair out from under Greglin making the struggling man unbalanced.

His feet never found their balance either as Keelan, stoned face and staring at Raff without blinking, continued to strangle the man. Greglins feet hammered the wooden boards, Keelan was a surprisingly strong man for a man outside of military service. Spit flew from Greglins mouth as he clawed first at the belt then Keelans hands, he was making those death noises...things started to buckle under the strain of the belt as Keelan just kept strangling. Adding pressure. With one last jerk upward there was a hard snap and Greglin went slack.

Keelan let go of the belt and let the lifeless body fall to his office floor. The boat was also pulling away from the pier. Finally breaking eye contact with Raff Keelan grabbed his glass of liquor downing it and lightly slamming the glass on his desk, adrenaline was coursing through his body as he stepped around to sit in the chair behind his desk. His hair was slightly mussed but he smoothed it out as he turned his attention back to Raff, "You'll work off your debt, yes?"

Keelan pointed the chair next to the dead body of Greglin, "Take a seat," Keelan instructed to Raff as he poured himself another glass and sat the bottle down between them. He took a light sip as he adjusted himself in his seat, "You did the right thing and I need you to know that, pieces of shit like that don't deserve to live a child beater is right under a thief and a snitch," Keelan took out a little black book from his desk and a quill, "Does Greglin have any trinkets on his person? A ring a necklace anything like that?" he was writing as he spoke, "Anyone that cares enough about him to ever Starr asking questions?"

Keelan recorded this information in that little black book, "Collect them, the rings, and take them home bury them somewhere. Mortar them into a wall, I don't care how you do it but keep them," Keelan stared at Raff, "This is our mutual agreement that should guilt ever riddle you to speak about what happened here tonight, there will come a day when I will see our future partnership as fulfilled and I'll ask you to bring them to me or dump them...so if you ever do feel guilty just don't. You protect your siblings do you understand?"

Keelan filled his glass and drank from it slowly, "You'll receive compensation for working jobs I need you for, you seem capable of being muscle. Welcome to Keelan Morrigan Company mister Terach," Keelan extended his hand and stood.