::The knight rocks back and forth with the initial jolt, but does not move from his spot. He looks around to the crew and sighs, seeing them work the ship. Knowing nothing of any help to the crew he sighs and walks around the deck, staying out of the way of anyone who looked like they had some sort of usefullness on a ship. His help would not be needed until they landed this beast. Coming to the sail in the far rear, he stares up at it. He shrugs and sits down leaning his back up against it, facing the bow and most of the front of the ship. He rests quietly listening to the sailors hollering what amounts to a foreign language to him. Listening, he finds out that he leans against the mizzen mast which is in the aft or stern of the ship. He also figures out the sides and front, port, starboard and bow. He watches the burly, calloused seamen adjust the rigging and making sure everything is perfect for the "casting off". Wondering what it is the large wheel is called, that the captain works masterfully he stops a crewman and asks.:: Aye, well he's on the 'elm, mas'er. Tha' thare "big wheel" as you calls it is the tiller. Tha' controls the rudder which steers us in our direkshun. Mas'er, no offense intended, but you dun seem to know much about a ship, sir. If'n you ever need any help, jus' ask good ol' Amos here, and I'll be right glad ter help ya, as would any other member of our crew." ::Reave nods and thanks the sailor and Amos continues on his way. The knight sighs and leans his head back against the mast, looking up at the sky. Struck by a sudden impulse he jumps up to his feet and with a look of childlike glee, sets about examining the rigging for the mizzen.::

::A few moments later finds Reave the Just sitting atop the upper beam of the mizzen mast, with his legs, wrapped around the beam and locked at his ankles. He leans against the mast and pulls out his pipe. He fills it with tabac, and attempts to light it. 10 or so matches later he sits atop the mast, smoking his pipe. He sighs contentedly, exhaling smoke, and looks down at the deck. Or rather the sea. The ship's rocking has put him over the ocean. He watches as the rocking brings him back over the deck and smiles down at some of the sailors who are looking up at him like he is crazy. He, however can't tell what the looks on their faces are, nor the long strings of curses, questioning his senses, are. He merely waves down and puffs on his pipe some more. He looks out over the ocean ahead of him and smiles::"This shall be a fun voyage."

"Justice Stands at Hell's Gate."

"Human beings are not meant to be restricted. Our eyes are open to so many things that are wrong. We are taught to dislike anything different, yet we are different."-David Draiman

"I am the very disease you pretend to be."

"Caela ie'lle"
(Have At Thee!)

Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar
(I will follow you to death and beyond)

"I am the last thing you shall see before you pass through the gates of Hell. More then likely, my boot in your *** will be the first thing you feel as you pass through the gates"

"A fallen angel banished from heaven, arises into the light to be received by the benevolence of God..."

I am the Dark Knight of Hell, Reave the Just.