Original Post By: miserum
The last of those sorry excuses for men to arrive was perhaps the one with the most substantial reasons for being frustrated with the new assignment. Medical staff had a responsibility that saw them working tirelessly to return soldiers to the field and keep many as far from death as possible. Now instead of monitoring a large group and treating many soldiers, Einhardt's new branch and the health of she and those under her charge became the responsibility of some poor transfer in over his head.
Fortunately for the crew and their superior, however, the heap of supplies and spring in their latest addition's step suggested anything but resentment for the situation. Wafer V. Oxmelon received the reassignment and saw something in it that few of the others in his field would have; Opportunity! While, yes, he was disappointed by the thought of how he would not be able to treat and return as many people to the field from such a small ensemble, Wafer was also aware that actually being in the field meant his service went beyond ordinary. He would obtain experience, follow up battles to treat his allies, and most important of all....he was going to actually take part in exterminating pirates.
With a euphoric shudder hitting him, he cleared through the last bit of civilians at the docks and mosied up to the deck of the ship with a hefty pack on his back, and two overstuffed bags in his hands. Anyone looking could have placed him for a surgeon just glancing either bag at his side over, since the bulging items consisted of the art's more trauma inducing devices. Well, they'd either see him for his profession or believe he was a bloodthirsty lunatic, determined and prepared for sawing limbs off people.
Aaaand once in view, Wafer dipped by the man in black offering up his salute, and proceeded to let his bags drop with an audible rattle so that he could do the same. "Wafer V. Oxmelon! I'll be patching each of you up and doing my best to help eliminate the scourge of piracy from the seas! Now--" He broke out of the formal gesture, scooped his bags back up, and proceeded to inspect his surroundings thoroughly as if he was barely acknowledging that the other people on the ship even existed. His distraction lasted long enough to be noticed and definitely long enough to be considered strange, but eventually, he broke away from his observations to address his new comrades. "I didn't have time to fetch medical records, so if you'd all like to relay your family's history of disease, tell me of anything that might make for a problem down the line, and make me a little more aware of what I'm working with that would be wonderful!"