“You’ll have to pardon Jack Murphy. He gets this way, time to time. That’s Mansa,” the man tapped himself on his chest, “I’m Griffin Anderson, Captain of the Siren.”

Well, at the least, this one did an introduction properly. Andrew was glad he could read the air of command on the man. That, and this Anderson wasn’t stark-drunk like Murphy was. Made him more amenable. Andrew stepped away slightly and nodded between them all, straightening up to his full height.

“Hull. Andrew Hull,” he said.

Griffin nodded and thrust out a hand, “Well met, Andrew Hull.”