[robopup24]

Aina jumped in surprise when the Albie attacked the slave-driver and she couldn't help but let out a small 'eek'. Slave-driver or not, Aina didn't like to see anyone get hurt like that. For a split second, she thought of helping the man. Dive down there, get the Albie off...

That would never happen. Something held her back, something that told her that the slave-driver deserved to be killed. Aina clutched her harp closely to her, the scar over her eye throbbing. Memories floated back, but she shyed away from them.

[Fallen_Snow]

"Thank you ma'am, but you forgot the dagger." Marie said, shoving the gold piece in her pocket. She gave the captain the dagger, then said, "I'm off!" and ran off the ship, trying to ignore the violence going on around her. The note in the dagger read:

Captain,
Also, I think I might have someone else to come with me that will make Tagg surrender quickly. And be careful if we meet before the time planned. Tagg might notice the slightest thing. And be even more careful around his Rengosett, Jack. He's the trickiest.

Sakorai

[MillietheWarrior]

The man's eyes narrowed, and a smirk curled up the corners of his pale mouth. His eyes strayed to the happenings around him, and again, he felt absolutely no inclination to be a part of their roughhousing. He had no idea what had incited the attacks, or the odd occurrences, but he didn't particularly care to find out.

Take a long drag from his cigarette, he casually flicked it overboard, where it hit the water with a tiny splash, and leaned against the railing of the ship. Chuckling darkly, he tilted his head, eyeing the captain with an unsettling blue gaze. "Sounds good,"he retorted. "Though I hardly see what warranted that 'fool' remark."His eyes shined with laughter, but he said nothing more, for the time being.

Turning his head, curiously, he noticed someone bolting off the ship, probably to get away from this foolhardy crew. Wiping imaginary dust off his jacket, he pushed himself away from the railing, and came to stand beside a small girl, clutching a harp as though it was her lifeline. Looking over her head, for she was a good deal shorter than he was, he noticed an Albie attacking a slave driver.

Shrugging, he shoved his hands in his pockets, before his smooth voice drifted down to the small girl. "What's goin' on?" he rumbled. "Thinking of joinin' the fray, there, girlie? I doubt you'd last more than five seconds in a scarp like that..."

[GrayGriffin]

Traunt's eyes were gleaming fiercely, and he seemed numb to what everyone else was yelling. All he could think of was his childhood, the thrown stones, the kicks...and now he would kill this man who reminded him of it. Nothing would be left when he had finished with him...nothing but a few shreds of bloody flesh.

Craimond turned to Aina, who had also frozen in shock when Traunt attacked. Was the girl too scared to help? She leaned over and whispered in the Langerine's ear.

"We need to stop him! He's gone mad and can kill us, too! I usually get him out of this state by comforting him verbally, but I'm afraid he needs someone to hold him down. Can you help me? Please?"

[4, 4]

[Banister]

"Oh, did I now?.."
She picked up the dagger from the girl as she left, examining it and then slipping it into an opening on her belt, it's obsidian hilt glinting like the calm eye of a tiger in the noon-time sun. Her eyes turned forth to the scene in front of her, the Albie attempting to rip the shreds out of the slaver. Her curiosity wasn't even piqued by the display of hatred in his eyes. how dreadfully annoying the bloodthirsty ones could be, always trying to show their dominance over the smaller ones, always trying to injure someone or another for pure show, histories didn't matter one bit. She just didn't like them. The woman may have hated slavers, but no one under her power would dare treat someone so poorly. The man was probably already more than dead by now, judging by the butt-kicking he had just taken. She wouldn't pull him off, no, just walk over if it all got to bloody and pull a Queen Anne's sixty-niner up the poor man's head to put him out of his misery. if he didn't get his throat ripped out, the internal bleeding would get him for sure. Her strong voice began to speak once, ignoring the small waging battle and hinting at the signs of a possible game of physical russian roulette if the pair didn't stop.
"You may as well tell me your names if you cherish your head on your shoulders, sirs."
She asked after a small period of silence towards the two men that lay before her- the black haired one who had just gave outright insolence and the other one, the man whom had treated the girl.  The woman's head was slightly turned around now, neck stretching upwards towards the skies, her shark-tooth necklace whipping lightly in the summer's breeze as if on a flagpole.

[robopup24]

Oh crap.

Two conflicting sides tugged at her, threatining to pull her apart. Should she jump in? Should she stay where she was? Aina slightly cringed back from the two, her mind whirling with the possibilities of what could go wrong. Was that...creature going to kill the man?

In that case, Aina was utterly useless. She could not fight. Stupidly enough, she thought for a fleeting second that if she played and sang her harp, they would be pleased and stop the fighting.

Ha! That was only in her dreams! Since when would her music help anybody? The Langerine squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think.

Broken bottles of beer, the smell of liquor...

Oh. No. Not that.

The whip came down...slicing the air...the world around her burst into stars...a body fell...hit the floor...blood was everywhere...those dead eyes, staring into hers...

"NO!" Aina didn't even know what she was doing. All she knew was that her legs were leading her to the Traunt, nothing else. Her rusty harp clattered onto the ground as she clung onto the Albie's fur, blindly gripping his fur.

[GrayGriffin]

Craimond wondered what was going through the girl's mind as she began walking towards Traunt. She thought she'd made it clear enough that in his mad state, he could kill anyone who came near. Flapping her wings and leaping off the deck, she began racing after the girl.

"STOP! STOP!"

Someone gripping his fur tightly...crying into it...relieved sighs...happiness...

The memories struck Traunt, and he realized where he was. The slaver lay below him, his tender neck beneath his claws, ready to be torn. One movement would be all it took...

But he could feel the hands gripping his fur, and once more he tasted the tears as he licked them off a girl's face. Slowly, he relaxed, his claws withdrawing, backing away, leaving the man alone. Then he turned to the one holding him, and started in surprise, as if seeing her for the first time.

"Tammie?"

[5, 5]

[Rainbowfox Ari]

The doctor stared at the girl he'd rescued wide-eyed when she said she'd serve him to the ends of the earth. Then, he just sort of accepted it. Jask was one to take things as they came. If he were to talk to the girl about this, it'd be much later - when they were finally on the ship, bound for gods knew where. Right now, though, he bowed back to her, affording her the respect she was due, and gently took her hand in his, tugging very lightly to get her out of the way of the rougher candidates, by his side. Last thing he wanted to happen was for the poor girl to get hurt by one of them. Not that he felt she couldn't take care of herself... it was just that lending a helping hand here and there made Jask feel good. Feel wanted. And with that feeling, came his pride as a doctor. Not a proud man at all, he did like to feel the occasional flicker of 'hey, I've done something right!' to keep him going in his chosen path. And that was not an easy one, his path.
At hearing the captain starting to call for names, he spoke up almost instinctively. Embarrassing though it might have been, he didn't have a last name to speak of, so he just went with his first one.

"Doctor Jask, M'Lady." he piped up when his turn came around. "Just Doctor Jask. No need for the last name."

Letting her know that was possibly a good idea, seeing as most ship's captains that he knew of tended to delve into the histories of their crew. Perhaps THIS captain was different, but even if she was not, there was less history to find for a nameless nobody, than for a respected somebody. And that was what he wanted.

[MillietheWarrior]

The dark haired man merely watched, with mild boredom, as the Langerine girl ran towards the scrap. He crossed his arms, and strode forward, ignoring the captains question in favor of retrieving the Langerine's harp. He scrutinized it, flipping it over in his hand with mild interest, before glancing over his shoulder at the woman. "My name is Ya'Kule. Nothin' more, nothin' less," he said smoothly.

He gave the harp another flip, tossing it in he air and catching it effortlessly, without even looking. "And I do quite cherish the head on my shoulders, miss. So I'd thank you for not threatening it again."He smirked, his blue eyes glinting, before he turned to the heart warming, and gut wrenchingly disgusting sight of the Albie and the Langerine girl. "Touching,"he grumbled. He glanced at the slaver, who was still cowering behind the Albie, and clicked his tongue.

"Might as well scurry off, you little vermin. Your like are obviously not wanted or needed here."He shrugged in his jacket, and turned around, still holding onto Aina's harp. He casually sauntered back over to the captain, careful to keep his distance. "Quite a day, eh?"he chuckled. "Just one big cornucopia of 'exciting...' "he muttered sarcastically, balancing the harp on one finger.

"Oi, girl. When your done with that Albie, why not come and get your...Er, pretty little instrument?"This was obviously a lie. Not only was the word 'pretty' used in a slightly disgusted tone, but it was clear that the harp was rather rusty.

[Flame]

Riot rolled a mildly exasperated gaze at the tussling trio, not being the type to withstand such inmaturity. Her piercing eyes caught upon the swaggering, self-assured man with jet black hair, which only served to worsen her mood although she kept about her a visage of calm indifference. Egotistic, haughty, pompous fools... she thought to herself darkly, piqued. Turning to the man, who was now twirling the Langerine's fallen harp with a inflated air about him, she finally chose to speak again, beginning to feel rather short-tempered with all this dilly-dallying and doing of nothing.

"Hey tough-guy," she growled, her smooth voice low and edged with malignancy, "If you cherish the head upon your shoulders as much as you claim to, it would be advisable if you were to shut up right now." Gods above, if the man did any more strutting about, she, and no doubt that captain herself as well, would soon lose their sanity, or worse, their patience. She hated the 'all bluff' types. As far as she saw, even the little Lagerine had more guts than him; after all, even she had pitched into the scuffle although the man had decided to hug the sidelines and merely jeer.

Turning, exasperated, she eyed the captain once more, annoyance and irritation causing her blank eyes to glow dimly. "With all due respect m'arm," she said with a hint of ire, addressing the woman, "Do you not believe that the time's due to take to the sea once again? If we are merely to remain here, watching catfights, I'd sooner than not end up turning into a landlubber." A twitch of her dark brow indicated her distaste at the idea and her veiled eagerness for the ocean spray again. "Honestly, if nothing else, we could haul the rest of the 'crew' aboard, truss up the stupid ones and be rid of them once and for all after a quick rendez-vous with the great blue." There was a hint of grim amusement in her tone as she spoke, her expressionless gaze piercing and unrelenting. At this rate, she was going to have her ear talked off before she even got on the ship.

---

Sianna held back a small gasp of surprise as she felt herself drawn forward, gently but firmly, by the hand towards the doctor, her other hand clutching to the delicate bone and feather necklace at her throat in a reflexive reaction. His hand was worn but gentle and she allowed her light frame to be pulled to his side, her small hand soft and cool in his. The treatment made her feel rather self-conscious, but she bore it well: Anything was better than being locked up in that dark, dank cell of a shed.
Jask.
That's what the man said that his name was. Well, at least now she knew her master's name. That was a good start. Seeing as her name wasn't asked for, she gave none, perhaps she would be able to use it to her advantage eventually, though she could see no way at this moment in time. Having the feeling that she was in for quite an adventure, yet at the same time, knowing that patience would be a key asset to her endeavors. Settling herself onto her heels, burying her feet in the suntouched sand, she watched the ongoings about her with a mildly inquisitive gaze, the sea breeze playing with the twin cerulean feathers tied in her hair.

[robopup24]

"Tammie?"

The word took a minute for the Langerine to understand it. Aina was still lost in her horrible memories, lost in all the horror and blood...
And then her mind released her from the terrible laybernith. Aina, still clutching the Albie's fur, dared a glassy peek. "I-I'm not Tammie." She quietly said. She wanted to hide, to hide from the stupid thing she did. How idiotic can she get, going straight into the conflict? "I'm Aina." Crap. Now she let that complete stranger know her name.

"Oi, girl. When your done with that Albie, why not come and get your...Er, pretty little instrument?"

Aina flinched slightly as she turned back to see her precious harp, the only posession she had that meant anything to her and helped her survive, treated like a children's toy. Yes, it was rusty, she could agree, but it couldn't be treated like that.

With surprising quickness, Aina walked up to the man and snatched back her harp, muttering something that sounded like a 'thank you' before trotting back to the ship.

She didn't have the heart to stand up for herself, anyway.

[MillietheWarrior]

The dark haired male only chuckled, not in the least bit intimidated or worried about the woman's threat. If worse came to worse, he was pretty confident he could stand up in a fight. At least for a while. He doubted both women would forsake their honor and gang up on him, but with pirates, you never knew. He raised an eyebrow in her direction, his blue eyes sparking with amusement and a hint of a challenge, but he said no more.

When the Langerine girl hurried back over and snatched her harp away, he chuckled again, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. He meandered over to stand behind Riot, listening to what she was saying to the captain. He shrugged. If they were to set sail, then why shouldn't he come along? If they felt like killing him on the open seas...Well, he was a good swimmer. He could always jump overboard. He meandered back over to the ship, following in Aina's footsteps.

Casually, he glanced at her. "You know, you could always get that thing fixed up there, girlie,"he mumbled, showing some hint of compassion towards another living creature. "Can you play it well? Or do you just tow it around for fun?"It was a genuine question. He peeked over her shoulder, glancing down at the rusted instrument, and chuckled.

[robopup24]

Aina tried to ignore him, clutching her harp as she hurried up the ship. She couldn't lose him though...

"Can you play it well? Or do you just tow it around for fun?"

The last question stung. The Langerine had practiced her art, actually, she had been forced to, for many years. Ignore him. Aina quietly told herself. Ignore him...

She couldn't ignore him. "If you want music," Aina's fingers were already on the harp's strings. "Then I will give you music."

Aina began to play. The sweet music of the harp and the familiar feel of the strings beneath her fingers calmed the Langerine.

"Gloria in excelsis Deo
Et in terra pax hominibus
Laudamus te. Benedicimus te.
Adoramus te. Glorificamus te.
Gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam.
Domine Deus, Rex coelestis, Deus Pater omnipotens.
Domine Fili unigenite, Jesu Christe.
Domine Deus, Agnus Dei Filius Patris
Qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Qui tollis peccata mundi, suscipe deprecationem nostram.
Qui sedes ad dexteram Patris, miserere nobis
Quoniam tu solus sanctus. Tu solus Dominus.
Tu solus Altissimus, Jesu Christe.
Cum Sancto Spiritu in gloria Dei Patris.
Amen."

Her voice carried across the air like a tiny dove,  a bit unsteady, but it radiated the natural talent she had...

[MillietheWarrior]

The Tali sat in silence, listening to her music as it flowed through the air. he closed his eyes, letting the soft lyrics and gentle melody wash over him as she sang. It was a language he had never heard, but it sounded...For some reason, perhaps like Latin. He was not language buff, so he could not tell. When it was over, he sat in silence for a minute.

"That was a good song, girlie. You've got some real talent there, in those little fingers of yours."He had actually become fond of calling her 'girlie,' and even if he was given her real name, probably would not use it. "Tell ya what,"he said, smiling, though there was no trace of the darkness in this smile that had been there before.

"You ever need anythin', you just give me a holler. I'll be glad to help ya, girlie."He put his index finger against his forehead, and then pointed it at her. " 'Cause, like I said, that's some primo talent ya got there." He paused for a moment, giving her a shrewd look, then chuckling to himself.  "What was your name anyways, girlie?"

[Banister]

{I knowwwww. D:
I'm waiting for the gal that owns Felix to post. I want to get everyone on board before we get going- besides, it'd be a hell to stop somewhere to pick him up anyways.
edit:
If she doesn't reply within the next 12 hours, we can continue without her and she'll possibly go AWOL at the listing. I'm  really sorry for the delay, guys. :c}