In spite of the way he creeps me out, I thought it would be interesting to get his point of view on the whole Deliverers rebellion. What did he think of Sharky, the villagers, the pirates? Let's see if we can get him to spill his guts. Umm, might not have been the best choice of words there...
Greg: Hello there, Mr. Marrow. It's a er, umm, pleasure to have you here tonight.
Marrow: Oh and it's extremely nice to be here, I can assure you.
Greg: Well, heh, that's awfully nice of you to say. Have you been sailing with Sharky for long?
Marrow: Aye squire, that I did. Now Sharky lived infernally long. I rose through the ranks to become his first mate. All told, I sailed with him for over 30 years. Before I came along, he went through mates like he changed clothes--every year or so.
Greg: How did you manage to stick around so long?
Marrow: The Captain and I complement each other. He is more direct, more forceful--like a Force 5 hurricane. On the other hand, I am much more subtle. I keep him calm enough so that he doesn't rip someone limb from limb before we squeeze every ounce of usefulness from them. Waste not want not, it's the most prudent course. Torture is more effective than force in most cases, I've learned. Sharky sometimes forgets that.
Greg: Well sure, yeah, of course. I could see that. So what is it like, sailing the high seas with Sharky and his crew?
