Krise Halloway was waiting on deck for something, arms crossed and eyes seemed casted towards the heavens. Foot tapping, eyes transfixed in that thousand yard glare, though soon a bird did swoop down and land on the railing of the deck. Krise strode forth, reached down and pulled a message from where it was tied on its foot. A small scrap, nothing more. Unrolling the correspondance, the husky merely scoffed. And crumpled it into a small ball and threw it at the bird that then squaked and flapped its wing as it started its motion for flight. Krise drew iron from his bandolier, a quick aim from the hip, pull of the trigger, the crack of a thunderous bang, and a cloud of gunsmoke engulfing the bird as it exploded in a spray of gore and feathers. "FUCK YE TOO! YE PIECE O' LAND CHOMPIN SHITE!" Discharged pistol was thrown fiercely to the deck, as he stormed up towards the helm. "OY! Shen! Get dis tub facin north by north west!" Unfurl dem sails... Give me all dis bitch got!" Well, someone was unhappy.
Lenora Ravensbrooke had been working down below where she could usually be found, with the cannons. She liked to inspect them each day at least twice, making sure none had shift place and all ties were done right. Keeping the cannons in place while enroute was key and of course movement when battle was noted. Inspection finished, she came up on deck in time to hear the shot and look to see a birdie going 'POOF'. Ears flicked with Krise's orders and she quirked a brow. Who put a stick up his ass all of a sudden? She shook her head with a snicker before she gave a flap of her wings and lifted herself up to help get the sails unfurled. "Soomeoone's got aa stiiick up theeiirr aahaaasss..." she said in a sing-song tone, but she disguised her voice and kept out of sight for now.
Ellsyn was in her masters Cabin going over paperwork and inventory seeing how long they could be out to sea before needing to go to another port. A soft hum echoed in her throat while she worked, it was a way for the lass to keep herself calm and comfortable. The sudden sound of a gunshot cause her to jump and let out a little scream. Brows furrowed as the mermaid got up and would head outside to see what all the commotion was. Opening the door the first thing she saw was a bloody mess, bird feathers and guts.. Ew.. Elle arched a brow and frowned. A hand lifted towards the edge calling the water to come to her; With a good amount of water in her hand she would slowly control the orb gathering up all the blood and feathers then send it back to the ocean along with the mess. Her gaze fell to Krise but she didnt say a word.
Krise Halloway was absolutely glowering, if such a thing were possible; there would be flames shooting from his eyes. "He was already storming up to the poop deck, when Lenora made her comment. The captain openly flinched, eyes snapping towards the mast just in time to see the Sabre making her way to the sails. "Watch yer jib lass! Or I'll be stickin a marlin spike up yer arse!" Then they'd see who had the stick up there ass. " 'n get down 'ere! Dey got de sails... Ready my guns woman... We got killin' te do. Our haul's jest been scalped." He turned around to see Elle cleaning the bird mess. "Don't worry about dat lass... I need ye te go te de powder room, bring me back a bag o' powder, a load o' grapeshot, a long fuse, a candle, and de' black box from de top drawer o' me desk. It sounded like a list straight from some Macguyverian fantasy. Krise climbed the rest of the stairs standing beside his first mate and helmswoman. "AND SNUFF OUT DESE DAMN LAMPS!!! Dey aint gonna see dis shite comin."Krise Halloway growled lowly as he stood, almost seeming to pace in his spot, one thing he hated above all else, is having a job scalped by another pirate. It was disrespectful, and made the Valdys look slow and tiresome... He'd rectify this in one bloody moment, in a hail of cannon fire and a rain of cold steel.
Lenora Ravensbrooke burst out laughing with Krise's words to her and she poked out her tongue. "Aye, then ye kin explain te Douglas as te wha' 'appened." She called back and with the mention of the guns and killing, she did an easy turn in the air. "Ooooo....someone's in deeeep shit." She cackled and landed, then ran back down the stairs. "LET'S GO YE LAY ABOUTS! GET THE FIRST ROUND LOADED IN THOSE CANNONS!" she called out to her gunnary team. She moved about, watching each of the teams as they moved to load the cannons. Her voice could be heard correcting anyone that needed it. "Easy with the powder there! Come on there! Move faster! Oh don't ye go there laddie buck or ye'll find out why they call me Blood Fang!" was easily heard.
Ellsyn looked at him as he just spoke a whole different language to her.. Yes the pirate jargin she was still learning though she got the general idea of it. Without a word she went below to get a bag of powder and all the other stuff that he demanded. She had no idea what all this stuff was an honestly felt kinda wrong touching it, man made stuff she never dealt with those thing were part of what wiped her kin away into the depths. Coming above deck she went to him and handed the man the stuff he want. A slight frown tugged at her lips and she gave a shake of her head," This isnt really needed sir.." Now she was affraid of getting punished for speaking out of turn. It seemed everyone had gotten excited to be blowing something up.. Not her. Quietly she moved to stand next to him and get down onto her knees taking table position," Can I take to the water sir.."
Krise Halloway eyes snapped to Lenny and the captain actually barked, A loud vicous thing that rang across the deck. " 'n I'd tell de big bastard! 'n iffin he had a problem I'd shove one up 'is ass te! Now get me fuckin guns loaded, Mort!" He snapped. Eyes flashing with that violent ambition." She was quite right, someone was in deep shit. He was already going about slipping leather gloves out of his pocket and slipping them over each paw, the gloves were missing the index finger sleeve, leaving the finger unhindered when handling his flintlocks. "Lenny, were' gonna be firin' on an island and a ship... Shoot fer de camp fires first..." He stated, that anger seeming to slip into some sort of battle calm, Krise... At his most sadistic. When Elle returned and handed him the items he hand asked for. He sneered slightly. "No, Elle... It does..." He began working with the item. The bag of powder was opened and poured into the leather bag of grape shot, smallish cannonballs meant for tearing crewmen on opposing ships to shreds. The bag was closed, cinched tight, with the fuse sticking out the end. The candle was lit and and for a moment, he painstakingly coated the fuse in wax, as well as the opening of the bag to make it air tight... Finishing off the bomb. Calm husky blues locked with the swirlling irises of the mermaid. "Dis is what I do lass... Dis is what de Valdys is... Let all notions o' me bein a saint slip from yer mind lass." He stepped in closer, a low gutteral growl emenating from deep with. "I'm a de fuckin monster that stalks de seas... My banner strikes fear inte all dat see it, dis bloke decided te forget dat notion... Now he pays wit 'is life." The bomb was shoved towards her. "Aye... When we get close te de island, ye will take te de water, swim te thar anchored ship... Stick dis in between de hull 'n de rudder." He opened the black box revealing something of elven make. "Dis is a fire stick... Gift from an ol' friend... Dis'll spark un'er water..." Krise Halloway pointed to the bomb. "Light de fuse wit it, de wax will keep de fuse goin' under water, den ye get de fuck outta dere... Cause when dis blows." He grinned wickedly. "It's gonna turn thar hull, an rudder into splinters... Leavin' em dead in de water...Ripe fer de slaughter." He'd step away from the mermaid. Leaving her with the bomb, walking to stand next to Lenny Staring to the north where the faint outline of a ship and island could be seen. "Once ye give de blokes on da island me greetin' wit de mortars... Ye turn dese cannons on de mast o' thar ship, savvy? Fire when ready lass..." He'd state, walking away and picking up his discarded pistol. Already going about reloading it.
Lenora Ravensbrooke's ears picked up on Krise's bark and words of what would happen, but the orders were also heard and she moved about each team, relaying the orders of the first targets to be fired upon, taking her voice down a notch so it wouldn't be heard over the distance. Once those teams were ready and the cannons were loaded, she held still, her eyes focusing now on the island and ship as it came into view. "I got ya Cap'n." Her voice had a dark purr to it, one that he had heard before. Tail flicked behind her and she drew her sword, moving forward, wings ruffling a bit. "A'right boy-oes...LIGHT'EM UP!" she ordered. The men on each cannon had them aimed and set and with the order, the cannons were lit and the ravenous crack from each was heard, sending a 'greeting' towards those on the island. After each cannon had fired, the men moved like clockwork to reload and send another volley.
Ellsyn was growing rather irritated for some reaosn but she watched him make the bomb and hand it to her. Gaze lifted as a brow arched and she handed it back to him while a rather devilish sadistic grin spread along her lips. Turning from him the rigid spines along her back erected. One her clothing was a pin in the shape of a trident, taking it off she turned to face her master once more," I may be a slave to you.. But you forget who the fuck I am.." The trident grew in her hand taking form of poseidons true weapon of power. She would slam it onto the deck and the seas would go quiet except for the sounds of the cannons going off. Before he could stop her Ellie would take the bomb and go running for the edge hurling herself over.. The crew watched and turned to look at Krise rather dumbfounded thinking that the lass had a death wish. Her true form would take over as she moved like lightning through the water, a sonic signal given and soon what seemed to be a swarm of sharks showed their faces snagging the men who tired to get to the ship to fire back.. dingies and swimming men simply taken with ease. Hell hath no fury like a womans scorn and anger. Krise may of been a monster but so was Elle. Her target was the captain.
Krise Halloway remained in that state of calm, as the cannons ringed out. the 12 pound balls slamming into the island with riotous results, earth and body parts soaring heavenwards with each impact, as thirty cannons sung their fatal sound, a brutal percussion line. Krise was readying to give his next order When Elle captured his attention. Eyes narrowed as she spoke so brazen to him, before pulling the trident and soaring off the side of the ship. Well there went any discretion about keeping just what she was. Portrayed for the whole crew to see, indeed the sharks snapping into a vicous feeding frenzy was a sight to see. "She sinks dat ship wit our gold onnit, thar gonna be 'ell te pay... Shen! Bring me along side dat ship! Lenny! Put yer second in charge, yer on de boarding crew wit me!" He called out. Paw gripping the hilt of his cutlass and ripping it out of it's sheath, as the other drew a boarding axe from his belt. Eyes watching the carnage, other than the fact that Elle was certainly going to hear about it for her actions, they were proving a lovely distraction, causing chaos among the unsuspecting enemy... Enough that Krise was able to spy a crew member slipping down a hole inbetween two rocks on the island... Quickly putting two and two together... "Fuck..." He muttered. "Boon aint on de ship! They gotta feckin hideaway on de island." Gaze snapped to his winged master gunner. "What cha waitin fer lass! Get me arse o'er there!" Seemed he wanted a lift, he'd leave those still frantically running about outside, to fall victim to the daughter of Poseidon.
Lenora Ravensbrooke wached her team move about well, the new members seeming to catch on quicker as they went along. She kept her eyes on the island and as she saw parts flying, she smirked. She glanced back to Kris a moment, but then looked to Elle and her fur bristled, tail fluffing out a little bit. She watched as the woman went over and she looked back to Krise, about to ask, but her mouth shut as he gave his orders. "Aye Cap'n." She turned then to her team. "Garon! Ye've got the orders! Keep it known." She drew her sword and waited, though it was when Krise spoke of wanting a lift, she smirk. "Lift it be." She sheated her own cutlass, moved behind him and looped her arms under his arms. "Up we go." Wings snapped open, gave a flap and lifted them both into the air. She made it a quick trip to the spot spoken of and set him on his feet before landing beside him. "There will be blood tonight!"
Ellsyn was reaping terror from below the water, herself and those violent beauties that most have come to fear. Trident would go through the bodies of those trying to get away from her while her pretty babies fed on multiple bodies, the blue ocean water quickly turning into a red blood bath.. From above it would be a sight of pur horror and only Elle's dark figure would be seen striking an attacking along with her babies. With a flick of the trident a wave sent the ship rolling onto its side sending those upon it flying over board and into the bloody depths of her domain. She was beautiful monster, natural calm and collective inless provoked. No mercy would be shown to those who wronged the demigods master.. Not one..
Krise Halloway Kept his weapons unsheathed even as the winged Sabre Tooth lifted him up, and flying over the carnage caused by his newest acquistion, that brief moment of peace, gazing down upon the visage of death at the hands of the sea, as if he were a god, staring upon the world with his omniscience, as much as he was going to punish her for her actions. He couldn't help but commit the image to memory, it certainly was, a masterpiece. Beautiful art. Though he didn't have time to tarry. He knew the crew was going to be iffy on embarking with the feeding frenzy all around them. As they landed he glanced to Lenora. "I don't know how many o' dem thar gonna be lass... Dis is up te ye 'n me till de crew gets aboard... Don't leave me side, I won't leave yers... Room by room." He took one last glance at the sea, just in time to see the ship topple over. A took a calming breath before jumping down the whole, not caring to use the ladder... Falling into the entrance hall, which just so happened to be filled with pirates. Krise wasted know time knowing his Master Gunner was soon to follow. The Husky screamed. A war cry, echoing out at the top of his lungs as he rushed in, cutlass and boarding axe brandished. No fate, but what you make... The captain had no fear.
Lenora Ravensbrooke had not bothered looking down to the water, her attention had been straight ahead. Her tail though remaine fluffed as coming to see what the woman was and how she had spoken to the captain...that just didn't sit well with her, but she'd let the captain handle his 'pet'. Once she had folded her wings and he spoke to her, she smirked, vicious smirk that it was. "Oh I'm with ya." Captain first, she waited a moment before she went down after him and saw the mess of pirates. "Well hello there..." She purred and as the Captain let out his own cry, she drew breath and charged right after the husky, the hall ringing ou now with that thunderous roar of hers. Sword flashed, claws struck, she'd draw out her dagger, Tyrania, and allow that to taste blood as well. Any that got too close...well...she showed why she was called Blood Fang.
Ellsyn finished reaping her havok in the sea leaving her babies to, she made her way to the land; Tail replaced with leg. In the distance she could hear yelling and screaming.. Certainly a bloody battler down below ground but what really caught her eye was the few who were escaping through a back tunnel with a large chest. Elle eyed what seemed to be the captain and a few of his officers trying to save themselves and the treasure. The mermaid went running after them, arm lifted with trident in hand. Quickly she spun and then sent the spear like object flying through the air instantly impailing one of the men carrying the chest. Picking up a sword from a dead body she went charging! Lips parting giving a battle cry of her own. The blade sliced across a few bodies dropping some men while that deadily gaze was focused on the captain who drew his sword in defense. The metal clashed giving a loud 'clank'. Hearing a man come up behind her she would turn and swing her sword letting blade meet flesh. Just as she turned around to get the captain she felt a sharp pain in her lower left side of her body. All action pasued as she looked down to see blood trailed down her body, gaze then lifted to look up at the captain as he smirked; She drew that devilish gaze and slit his throat and pushed him back with a kick. Elle stumbled back a bit as she pulled the hidden dagger out of her, there was no doubt in her mind that Krise wouldnt of not felt that. Quickly she stumbled towards the water to safety, swimming back to the ship she grabbed a hold of a net but found no strength to pull herself up.. she wasnt exactly dying just in a bit of shock and exhausted from the bloody battle.
Krise Halloway was lost... There was not tunnel, no treasure, the world was a blur of images, sounds, smells, and sensations. This was that moment, when the captain ceased to be the roguish swashbuckler, there was nothing sauve or debonair about this man. This was the monster. Lenora, and the rest of the crew had seen it before, every time the valdys latched onto another ship, boarding hooks drawing them close together and the battle went from cannons and swivel guns, to swords and flintlocks. The captain was filled with an undirected rage, and drunk on bloodlust. Krise collided with the groups. Blades swung, clanging together, as Krise literally just ran through. Cutlass digging deep into the upper abdomen of a rugged looking feline, piercing the diaphram and causing a noiseless scream to twist the feline's facial, his breath robbed from him. Krise spun yanking his arm in a horizontal direction, letting the blade rip out the side of the pirates body. As he spun, paw holding the boarding axe lashed out, driving the broad blade into the back of another transgressor's skull. Sinking in with a dull thud, causing the blank stare of death to wash over his victim's eyes. Krise released the handle of the axe, not taking the time to rip it out of the man's head... He didn't have time as a sword came swooping to lop his head off. Krise ducked low, reached into his belt and pulled one of his flintlocks. The hand guard of the sword was driven into the attackers gut, causing the hefty otter to lurch forward, only to find Krise's gun tucked under his jaw... Husky pulled the trigger, in that instant, the loud thunderous crack deafened all ears... A high pitched whistle wretching through Krise's ears, as the top of the otter's skull peeled open as a variety of blood, brain matter, and bone fragments plastered themselves over the walls, ceiling, and Krise himself. The body slumped to the floor as Krise tossed the pistol into the air, catching it by the bloody barrel, and driving the butt of the pistol into the skull of another repeatedly, not stopping until the thick skull bone, gave in with a sickening crunch, and the body fell limp to the floor. Then there was silence, Lenora had taken care of the rest that had tried to surround him as he rushed in... There was a good reason why she was called Blood fang... Krise glanced back at her with a face splattered in gore, and a sadistic contentment in those husky blues. Lips peeled back in a wicked grin, revealing predatory ivory beneath. Ready to speak, when those lids shot open, wide eyes. Krise clutched the side of his stomach, and let out a surprised gasp, as if he had just been stabbed by some unforseen force. His body fell to a knee, Cutlass clambering to the ground. He knew he hadn't been stabbed, had he? No... He would've known... There was no blood on his waist coat that belonged to him, no tear in the fabric, but he knew what it felt like to be stabbed... What was this?
Lenora Ravensbrooke let herself go, like she had done before, letting the rush of battle stoke her fire and take her away. Cutlass and dagger flashed, taking out those who dared come for her while she kept her Captain's back. Wings had tucked tight against her back as she moved about in a deadly dance of blades. A stoat was taken down as her cutlass sliced open his gut and her dagger slit his throat, her body twisting in a graceful, but deadly move as she removed the hand of a fox who was thinking of trying to sneak a blow at Krise. At one point the cutlass was sheathed and she launched herself into a group, claws, dagger and teeth the weapons she used. Her sabre's turning red as she took to ripping out the throats of two, tearing a chunk out of another's arm and cracking the neck of another. She kept to her Captain's side, taking down as many that came after them. When all was said and down, she was poised over one she just tore the throat out of, looking like her feral ancestors. Lenora Ravensbrooke breathed hard as she looked around for any that might still be alive and trying to escape. She glanced to Krise then, blood dripping from her sabres and wicked grin on her lips. "That was fuuuun..." she purred, tail twitching behind her. As he went down though, she quickly bounded over to his side. "Krise? Ye a'right? Did they get ya?" She asked, beginning to look over his form for any cuts that needed immediate attention.
Ellsyn clung to the side of the ship as if her life depended on it. The crew on the ship were hollaring at the top of their lungs while the celebrated victory drowing out Elles cries. Her head moved to lean against the ship as she took a deep breath, gaze lowered to look at her side while blood continued to pour out into the water that surrounded her. One of her babies came up under her and helped hold the merlass up while her strength depleated rather fast.. Dolphins started to swim around the ship rather protectively. She closed her eyes eyes and let out a soft sigh, her grip upon the net starting to slip though the mermaid never lost hope.
Time jump to the next day, the hideaway cleared out by Lenora, as Krise returned to the sea to rescue the bleeding Elle. Now, it was time for the clean up, and setting up of the Valdys' new hideaway.
Krise Halloway stood about the debris and destruction caused by last night's raid. A simple notion of the pirate's rage and insurmountable pride had lead to the attack, and now was time to reap the spoils of war, and to assess the damages. The crew was running frantically about, tearing down the ship they had ransacked. The destruction caused by Ellsyn's fury had left it unsalvagable, but now the wood and fittings could be used to repair the hideaway. Manuka would be happy, it'd be the first incursion with another ship, and it's crew that the Valdys sustained no damage. It had been the perfect ambush... None the wiser, and no prisoners. Krise had already begun delegating operations. "Get dese bodies piled up 'n burned! Bury any of our own!" He'd call out, with his sleeves rolled up, as he dragged mangled corpses to the growing pile, pieces were every, from the mortar and cannon fire that had left countless craters in the islands surface. The battle had raged on into the early morning hours. Krise Halloway had left Lenora in charge of clearing out the hideaway of any more pirates, his orders to his Master Gunner were simple; no prisoners. Krise had returned to the ship to tend to the mermaids wounds procured during her own raid on the island... The daughter of Poseidon, doing well to give the Valdys a taste of her power, and surely she'd catch odd glances from the crew every now and then. Though respect was assured, her adding to the ambush, a pack of vicious sharks churned into a feed frenzy, along with the cannons had left little risk for the rest of the crew as they had stormed the island. Victory was theirs, and the jovial cries of shanties could be heard through out the island as the clean up and repair now commenced.
Ellsyn was left aboard the ship while others fled to the island to clean up the mess of bodies and other debris that was left behind.. As well as the massive treasure chest that the former captain and his mates were trying to sneak out. She had rested and tried to regain some strength, it felt odd to lay in the bed doing nothing while others went about cleaning and celebrating. Slowly she would crawl out of the bed and dress herself before walking out onto the deck. A hand clutched her injured side while she looked over to the island, glances and glares were given to her from the crew that remained on board; Without warning she flung one leg over the railing and them another some of the crew members came running to stop her but Elle dove into the water and took true form once more. Slender figure weasled its way into the semi sunken ship, checking the submerged rooms for any sort of treasure that could put her back in Krise's good graces. The last room she checked was the captains quarters. She flipped and turned over everything but with a gingerly care to make sure she didnt tear her stitches. Upon opening a clothing chest she found another smaller chest inside, opening it up she stumbled across precious gems something worth far more than gold coin. Taking the small box she would leave the sunken and make her way towards shore. Arms came up to pull her somewhat up onto a rock but left her tail submerged in the water.. The healing properties of the salty ocean would do her wound good and help the healing process making it much less painful for the mermaid.
Manuka was not much of a fighter and he knew where his strengths lay so the primate had avoided the bloody conflict of the island until he could be sure that the worst had been cleared out. Arming himself with a flintlock and long dagger just encase the monkey was on one of the first boat loads to travel to the island with men and supplies for repair. A battered long boat was reperposed for the bodies of the dead enemy. It was soon filled with corpses, pushed out to sea and set alight, the old viking method proving an expedient manner of disposing of them with some small dignity afforded to fellow sea travelers. No one mourned them but Manny was one of the first to rally a song from the hard worked crew. "What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning? Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning." Manuka also took it upon himself to take stock of what the pirates had in storage on the island, food and booze, tools and other equipment that the crew of the Valdy's could make use of. His merry sea shanty echoed through the entire compound as he clambered nimbly around the boxes.
Lenora Ravensbrooke had gone through all the rooms in search of any remaining pirates from the raid and having found a few, she had been sure to take care of them quickly. Bodies were dragged out and piled with the others so they could be burned. She cleaned off her cutlass and dagger, placing them back in their proper place, then went about doing a bit more scouting down below. She took inventory of what all was down there as far as rations and such went before she tucked it away and bean to help clean up the island. Her voice though was soon lent to the shanties being sung and her mood from last night had gone from bloodlust to pleasant once more. She was still a little unnerved at the fact that Elle was a mermaid, even more so as to what had gone on with her. She made a mental note to never piss off that mermaid.
Krise Halloway was getting reports left and right from the crew, and his officers as well, inventories count of men lost... Their number was extremely low, only two men had fallen, and would be given a proper sending off later that night. Krise watched as Manny went about directing the funeral for the other crew, and though he was a cruel bastard, and felt slighted by this group having tried to steal his own plunder. He sang along with them, Manny had choosen a good shanty for their makeshift funeral, they did still deserve Krise's respect, he had killed his own that night, fellow pirates, and for that he was saddened. A thought he would never show, images were everything in this dangerous world of theirs, it was that pride that had resulted in this attack, and it had proved to be quite lucrative from the reports he'd been given. Attention first went to Manuka, trudging over after the long boat had been lit ablaze. Lenora was seen as well, and an up nod was given to her. "Oy! Lenny. c'mere! Krise Halloway called out as he stepped in close to the Boatswain. "Oy Manny, 'ow we lookin'?" He asked inquisitively, not yet spotting his newly acquired treasure setting up on a rock not too far away. "Lotta gab goin' round we got ourselves' a nice 'aul 'ere... Bad bidness killin' ot'er pirates, I know, but message 'ad te be sent... Aint nobody gonna scalp a Valdys target... Needing to reassure himself? Perhaps, though it'd take a whole hell of a lot to get him to fess up to that. Attention then shifted to Elle, gazing with her with that impassive stare, she had spoke out of turn, and place the prior evening, but she had been a great help in the ambush, saving many lives that could have been lost if those men had been able to reach the cannons of their ship, and taking a dagger to the gut for her work as well, he figured that was punishment enough; for now. He'd nod for her to come to his side, before returning his attention to his officers.
Manuka couldn't dredge up a scrap of guilt or bad feeling for the death of the pirates, he had not taken part in the physical killing but he was not shy about hauling corpses feeling utterly detached from the cold lumps of flesh. All that mattered to the monkey was his crew and his family and himself. The pirates of the island had died for the good of the crew and they had even managed to kill two members. They had earned their death and once they boat was put out to sea Manny was quickly able to push them from his thoughts. He might not be a fighter but he was a pirate and cold bastard through and through. He turned his attentions back to Krise. "Pretty good. Haven't found treasure store yet but will soon and plenty of food and drink to keep whole crew going for good while. No reason we can not make this home for a while, outside door is still good, damage easy fix. Plenty of room too." He spared a glance to the mermaid but he soon shuffled he way back towards the pirates den to finish his work
Ellsyn thought she would of gone unnoticed but when Krise's gaze landed on her Elle found herself sinking deeper into the water.. He had bekoned her to come closer. Lips parted as she let out a soft sigh and would make her way towards the beach. Tail was replaced with human legs while she clutched the small box in her hands. Quietly the mermaid would come to stand before her master, knees bending as she took up table position and held the box up to him. Not a word was said for a sound could be heard besides her shuffling about. She found it honorable for them to give their fallen comrades a decent funeral, something she would of done as well but done a bit different. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before exhaling softly, eyes opened only to keep those blues on the sandy surface.
Lenora Ravensbrooke moved about, helping to bury who needed it and to put into the 'burning' pile. It had felt strange to do such, but it would be sending a message. She moved off to help lift a beam and get it to where it needed to be, though as Krise's voice was heard, she moved over to the husky. His questions asked and answered before she could make her own report. She rolled her eyes and waved to Manny. "What he said." She took out the parchment and handed it over to Krise. It was a list of what there was around the hideaway. "An' I agree with him. This would make a good hideaway for us when we not at sea or the Tether." She grinned and as the mermaid came over, her tail fluffed out a bit once more. She was still a bear weary of her now that she knew what she was, but she wouldn't voice it unless asked.
Krise Halloway gaze remained on Manny as he spoke, the Tamarin had long gained the captain's respect, and friendship. He took what the Boatswain had to say into account. "Aint found it yet eh..." He tapped his chin. "Shite's prolly well hid... But iffin' anyone cin find it, ye'd be de one." He added with a grin. The Primape was a good pirate, he wasn't one for the violence unless of dire importance, but he knew the way, the code just as good, if not better than Krise did. Lenny's report had the man laughing and snatching the paper from her. "Oy lass, don't gotta be short 'bout it, Lenny." He added with a wink, un folding the paper and giving it a once over as Elle cam beside him and settled down to her knees. Glance gaze down to the box she had offered. He'd roll up the paper and stuff it into his pocket. Before opening the box and letting his eyes widen, like a pup who just found the cookie jar. "Yeah, yeah... I be concurin' wit de both o' yes..." He stated with a distant tone to his words."Good place te 'ave our own 'ideway... OY! Manny! Get back 'ere a sec... Lenny... Look at dis." He held open the box filled with various gems of a uniform size, that being about the size of a finger knuckle, holding it low enough for Manny to get a good look "... I got jes de idea fer dis... Dis is what me be needin'... Te snatch us anot'er fence at de Tether. Elle, where did ye find dis lass?" He'd finally address his servant. Which reminded him. "Oh, Manny... Elle was tellin me about de captain, tryin' te sneak off wit a large chest, over thar." He'd give an upnod in the direction Elle had told him earlier... "Anyone grab it up yet? Might have boon' or better... Charts, maps, personal effects dat may be 'elpin us find where he hid 'is boon." Krise couldn't help the grin flashing across his features. "Scalped one treasure, now who knows what kinda shite, dis crew bin 'oardin!" The captain spoke up for all the crew to hear. "Lookin' like a good haul! Ye Scurvy dogs!" A profound, and thunderous cheer came from the able bodied sailors still working all around him.
Lenora Ravensbrooke had been working down below where she could usually be found, with the cannons. She liked to inspect them each day at least twice, making sure none had shift place and all ties were done right. Keeping the cannons in place while enroute was key and of course movement when battle was noted. Inspection finished, she came up on deck in time to hear the shot and look to see a birdie going 'POOF'. Ears flicked with Krise's orders and she quirked a brow. Who put a stick up his ass all of a sudden? She shook her head with a snicker before she gave a flap of her wings and lifted herself up to help get the sails unfurled. "Soomeoone's got aa stiiick up theeiirr aahaaasss..." she said in a sing-song tone, but she disguised her voice and kept out of sight for now.
Ellsyn was in her masters Cabin going over paperwork and inventory seeing how long they could be out to sea before needing to go to another port. A soft hum echoed in her throat while she worked, it was a way for the lass to keep herself calm and comfortable. The sudden sound of a gunshot cause her to jump and let out a little scream. Brows furrowed as the mermaid got up and would head outside to see what all the commotion was. Opening the door the first thing she saw was a bloody mess, bird feathers and guts.. Ew.. Elle arched a brow and frowned. A hand lifted towards the edge calling the water to come to her; With a good amount of water in her hand she would slowly control the orb gathering up all the blood and feathers then send it back to the ocean along with the mess. Her gaze fell to Krise but she didnt say a word.
Krise Halloway was absolutely glowering, if such a thing were possible; there would be flames shooting from his eyes. "He was already storming up to the poop deck, when Lenora made her comment. The captain openly flinched, eyes snapping towards the mast just in time to see the Sabre making her way to the sails. "Watch yer jib lass! Or I'll be stickin a marlin spike up yer arse!" Then they'd see who had the stick up there ass. " 'n get down 'ere! Dey got de sails... Ready my guns woman... We got killin' te do. Our haul's jest been scalped." He turned around to see Elle cleaning the bird mess. "Don't worry about dat lass... I need ye te go te de powder room, bring me back a bag o' powder, a load o' grapeshot, a long fuse, a candle, and de' black box from de top drawer o' me desk. It sounded like a list straight from some Macguyverian fantasy. Krise climbed the rest of the stairs standing beside his first mate and helmswoman. "AND SNUFF OUT DESE DAMN LAMPS!!! Dey aint gonna see dis shite comin."Krise Halloway growled lowly as he stood, almost seeming to pace in his spot, one thing he hated above all else, is having a job scalped by another pirate. It was disrespectful, and made the Valdys look slow and tiresome... He'd rectify this in one bloody moment, in a hail of cannon fire and a rain of cold steel.
Lenora Ravensbrooke burst out laughing with Krise's words to her and she poked out her tongue. "Aye, then ye kin explain te Douglas as te wha' 'appened." She called back and with the mention of the guns and killing, she did an easy turn in the air. "Ooooo....someone's in deeeep shit." She cackled and landed, then ran back down the stairs. "LET'S GO YE LAY ABOUTS! GET THE FIRST ROUND LOADED IN THOSE CANNONS!" she called out to her gunnary team. She moved about, watching each of the teams as they moved to load the cannons. Her voice could be heard correcting anyone that needed it. "Easy with the powder there! Come on there! Move faster! Oh don't ye go there laddie buck or ye'll find out why they call me Blood Fang!" was easily heard.
Ellsyn looked at him as he just spoke a whole different language to her.. Yes the pirate jargin she was still learning though she got the general idea of it. Without a word she went below to get a bag of powder and all the other stuff that he demanded. She had no idea what all this stuff was an honestly felt kinda wrong touching it, man made stuff she never dealt with those thing were part of what wiped her kin away into the depths. Coming above deck she went to him and handed the man the stuff he want. A slight frown tugged at her lips and she gave a shake of her head," This isnt really needed sir.." Now she was affraid of getting punished for speaking out of turn. It seemed everyone had gotten excited to be blowing something up.. Not her. Quietly she moved to stand next to him and get down onto her knees taking table position," Can I take to the water sir.."
Krise Halloway eyes snapped to Lenny and the captain actually barked, A loud vicous thing that rang across the deck. " 'n I'd tell de big bastard! 'n iffin he had a problem I'd shove one up 'is ass te! Now get me fuckin guns loaded, Mort!" He snapped. Eyes flashing with that violent ambition." She was quite right, someone was in deep shit. He was already going about slipping leather gloves out of his pocket and slipping them over each paw, the gloves were missing the index finger sleeve, leaving the finger unhindered when handling his flintlocks. "Lenny, were' gonna be firin' on an island and a ship... Shoot fer de camp fires first..." He stated, that anger seeming to slip into some sort of battle calm, Krise... At his most sadistic. When Elle returned and handed him the items he hand asked for. He sneered slightly. "No, Elle... It does..." He began working with the item. The bag of powder was opened and poured into the leather bag of grape shot, smallish cannonballs meant for tearing crewmen on opposing ships to shreds. The bag was closed, cinched tight, with the fuse sticking out the end. The candle was lit and and for a moment, he painstakingly coated the fuse in wax, as well as the opening of the bag to make it air tight... Finishing off the bomb. Calm husky blues locked with the swirlling irises of the mermaid. "Dis is what I do lass... Dis is what de Valdys is... Let all notions o' me bein a saint slip from yer mind lass." He stepped in closer, a low gutteral growl emenating from deep with. "I'm a de fuckin monster that stalks de seas... My banner strikes fear inte all dat see it, dis bloke decided te forget dat notion... Now he pays wit 'is life." The bomb was shoved towards her. "Aye... When we get close te de island, ye will take te de water, swim te thar anchored ship... Stick dis in between de hull 'n de rudder." He opened the black box revealing something of elven make. "Dis is a fire stick... Gift from an ol' friend... Dis'll spark un'er water..." Krise Halloway pointed to the bomb. "Light de fuse wit it, de wax will keep de fuse goin' under water, den ye get de fuck outta dere... Cause when dis blows." He grinned wickedly. "It's gonna turn thar hull, an rudder into splinters... Leavin' em dead in de water...Ripe fer de slaughter." He'd step away from the mermaid. Leaving her with the bomb, walking to stand next to Lenny Staring to the north where the faint outline of a ship and island could be seen. "Once ye give de blokes on da island me greetin' wit de mortars... Ye turn dese cannons on de mast o' thar ship, savvy? Fire when ready lass..." He'd state, walking away and picking up his discarded pistol. Already going about reloading it.
Lenora Ravensbrooke's ears picked up on Krise's bark and words of what would happen, but the orders were also heard and she moved about each team, relaying the orders of the first targets to be fired upon, taking her voice down a notch so it wouldn't be heard over the distance. Once those teams were ready and the cannons were loaded, she held still, her eyes focusing now on the island and ship as it came into view. "I got ya Cap'n." Her voice had a dark purr to it, one that he had heard before. Tail flicked behind her and she drew her sword, moving forward, wings ruffling a bit. "A'right boy-oes...LIGHT'EM UP!" she ordered. The men on each cannon had them aimed and set and with the order, the cannons were lit and the ravenous crack from each was heard, sending a 'greeting' towards those on the island. After each cannon had fired, the men moved like clockwork to reload and send another volley.
Ellsyn was growing rather irritated for some reaosn but she watched him make the bomb and hand it to her. Gaze lifted as a brow arched and she handed it back to him while a rather devilish sadistic grin spread along her lips. Turning from him the rigid spines along her back erected. One her clothing was a pin in the shape of a trident, taking it off she turned to face her master once more," I may be a slave to you.. But you forget who the fuck I am.." The trident grew in her hand taking form of poseidons true weapon of power. She would slam it onto the deck and the seas would go quiet except for the sounds of the cannons going off. Before he could stop her Ellie would take the bomb and go running for the edge hurling herself over.. The crew watched and turned to look at Krise rather dumbfounded thinking that the lass had a death wish. Her true form would take over as she moved like lightning through the water, a sonic signal given and soon what seemed to be a swarm of sharks showed their faces snagging the men who tired to get to the ship to fire back.. dingies and swimming men simply taken with ease. Hell hath no fury like a womans scorn and anger. Krise may of been a monster but so was Elle. Her target was the captain.
Krise Halloway remained in that state of calm, as the cannons ringed out. the 12 pound balls slamming into the island with riotous results, earth and body parts soaring heavenwards with each impact, as thirty cannons sung their fatal sound, a brutal percussion line. Krise was readying to give his next order When Elle captured his attention. Eyes narrowed as she spoke so brazen to him, before pulling the trident and soaring off the side of the ship. Well there went any discretion about keeping just what she was. Portrayed for the whole crew to see, indeed the sharks snapping into a vicous feeding frenzy was a sight to see. "She sinks dat ship wit our gold onnit, thar gonna be 'ell te pay... Shen! Bring me along side dat ship! Lenny! Put yer second in charge, yer on de boarding crew wit me!" He called out. Paw gripping the hilt of his cutlass and ripping it out of it's sheath, as the other drew a boarding axe from his belt. Eyes watching the carnage, other than the fact that Elle was certainly going to hear about it for her actions, they were proving a lovely distraction, causing chaos among the unsuspecting enemy... Enough that Krise was able to spy a crew member slipping down a hole inbetween two rocks on the island... Quickly putting two and two together... "Fuck..." He muttered. "Boon aint on de ship! They gotta feckin hideaway on de island." Gaze snapped to his winged master gunner. "What cha waitin fer lass! Get me arse o'er there!" Seemed he wanted a lift, he'd leave those still frantically running about outside, to fall victim to the daughter of Poseidon.
Lenora Ravensbrooke wached her team move about well, the new members seeming to catch on quicker as they went along. She kept her eyes on the island and as she saw parts flying, she smirked. She glanced back to Kris a moment, but then looked to Elle and her fur bristled, tail fluffing out a little bit. She watched as the woman went over and she looked back to Krise, about to ask, but her mouth shut as he gave his orders. "Aye Cap'n." She turned then to her team. "Garon! Ye've got the orders! Keep it known." She drew her sword and waited, though it was when Krise spoke of wanting a lift, she smirk. "Lift it be." She sheated her own cutlass, moved behind him and looped her arms under his arms. "Up we go." Wings snapped open, gave a flap and lifted them both into the air. She made it a quick trip to the spot spoken of and set him on his feet before landing beside him. "There will be blood tonight!"
Ellsyn was reaping terror from below the water, herself and those violent beauties that most have come to fear. Trident would go through the bodies of those trying to get away from her while her pretty babies fed on multiple bodies, the blue ocean water quickly turning into a red blood bath.. From above it would be a sight of pur horror and only Elle's dark figure would be seen striking an attacking along with her babies. With a flick of the trident a wave sent the ship rolling onto its side sending those upon it flying over board and into the bloody depths of her domain. She was beautiful monster, natural calm and collective inless provoked. No mercy would be shown to those who wronged the demigods master.. Not one..
Krise Halloway Kept his weapons unsheathed even as the winged Sabre Tooth lifted him up, and flying over the carnage caused by his newest acquistion, that brief moment of peace, gazing down upon the visage of death at the hands of the sea, as if he were a god, staring upon the world with his omniscience, as much as he was going to punish her for her actions. He couldn't help but commit the image to memory, it certainly was, a masterpiece. Beautiful art. Though he didn't have time to tarry. He knew the crew was going to be iffy on embarking with the feeding frenzy all around them. As they landed he glanced to Lenora. "I don't know how many o' dem thar gonna be lass... Dis is up te ye 'n me till de crew gets aboard... Don't leave me side, I won't leave yers... Room by room." He took one last glance at the sea, just in time to see the ship topple over. A took a calming breath before jumping down the whole, not caring to use the ladder... Falling into the entrance hall, which just so happened to be filled with pirates. Krise wasted know time knowing his Master Gunner was soon to follow. The Husky screamed. A war cry, echoing out at the top of his lungs as he rushed in, cutlass and boarding axe brandished. No fate, but what you make... The captain had no fear.
Lenora Ravensbrooke had not bothered looking down to the water, her attention had been straight ahead. Her tail though remaine fluffed as coming to see what the woman was and how she had spoken to the captain...that just didn't sit well with her, but she'd let the captain handle his 'pet'. Once she had folded her wings and he spoke to her, she smirked, vicious smirk that it was. "Oh I'm with ya." Captain first, she waited a moment before she went down after him and saw the mess of pirates. "Well hello there..." She purred and as the Captain let out his own cry, she drew breath and charged right after the husky, the hall ringing ou now with that thunderous roar of hers. Sword flashed, claws struck, she'd draw out her dagger, Tyrania, and allow that to taste blood as well. Any that got too close...well...she showed why she was called Blood Fang.
Ellsyn finished reaping her havok in the sea leaving her babies to, she made her way to the land; Tail replaced with leg. In the distance she could hear yelling and screaming.. Certainly a bloody battler down below ground but what really caught her eye was the few who were escaping through a back tunnel with a large chest. Elle eyed what seemed to be the captain and a few of his officers trying to save themselves and the treasure. The mermaid went running after them, arm lifted with trident in hand. Quickly she spun and then sent the spear like object flying through the air instantly impailing one of the men carrying the chest. Picking up a sword from a dead body she went charging! Lips parting giving a battle cry of her own. The blade sliced across a few bodies dropping some men while that deadily gaze was focused on the captain who drew his sword in defense. The metal clashed giving a loud 'clank'. Hearing a man come up behind her she would turn and swing her sword letting blade meet flesh. Just as she turned around to get the captain she felt a sharp pain in her lower left side of her body. All action pasued as she looked down to see blood trailed down her body, gaze then lifted to look up at the captain as he smirked; She drew that devilish gaze and slit his throat and pushed him back with a kick. Elle stumbled back a bit as she pulled the hidden dagger out of her, there was no doubt in her mind that Krise wouldnt of not felt that. Quickly she stumbled towards the water to safety, swimming back to the ship she grabbed a hold of a net but found no strength to pull herself up.. she wasnt exactly dying just in a bit of shock and exhausted from the bloody battle.
Krise Halloway was lost... There was not tunnel, no treasure, the world was a blur of images, sounds, smells, and sensations. This was that moment, when the captain ceased to be the roguish swashbuckler, there was nothing sauve or debonair about this man. This was the monster. Lenora, and the rest of the crew had seen it before, every time the valdys latched onto another ship, boarding hooks drawing them close together and the battle went from cannons and swivel guns, to swords and flintlocks. The captain was filled with an undirected rage, and drunk on bloodlust. Krise collided with the groups. Blades swung, clanging together, as Krise literally just ran through. Cutlass digging deep into the upper abdomen of a rugged looking feline, piercing the diaphram and causing a noiseless scream to twist the feline's facial, his breath robbed from him. Krise spun yanking his arm in a horizontal direction, letting the blade rip out the side of the pirates body. As he spun, paw holding the boarding axe lashed out, driving the broad blade into the back of another transgressor's skull. Sinking in with a dull thud, causing the blank stare of death to wash over his victim's eyes. Krise released the handle of the axe, not taking the time to rip it out of the man's head... He didn't have time as a sword came swooping to lop his head off. Krise ducked low, reached into his belt and pulled one of his flintlocks. The hand guard of the sword was driven into the attackers gut, causing the hefty otter to lurch forward, only to find Krise's gun tucked under his jaw... Husky pulled the trigger, in that instant, the loud thunderous crack deafened all ears... A high pitched whistle wretching through Krise's ears, as the top of the otter's skull peeled open as a variety of blood, brain matter, and bone fragments plastered themselves over the walls, ceiling, and Krise himself. The body slumped to the floor as Krise tossed the pistol into the air, catching it by the bloody barrel, and driving the butt of the pistol into the skull of another repeatedly, not stopping until the thick skull bone, gave in with a sickening crunch, and the body fell limp to the floor. Then there was silence, Lenora had taken care of the rest that had tried to surround him as he rushed in... There was a good reason why she was called Blood fang... Krise glanced back at her with a face splattered in gore, and a sadistic contentment in those husky blues. Lips peeled back in a wicked grin, revealing predatory ivory beneath. Ready to speak, when those lids shot open, wide eyes. Krise clutched the side of his stomach, and let out a surprised gasp, as if he had just been stabbed by some unforseen force. His body fell to a knee, Cutlass clambering to the ground. He knew he hadn't been stabbed, had he? No... He would've known... There was no blood on his waist coat that belonged to him, no tear in the fabric, but he knew what it felt like to be stabbed... What was this?
Lenora Ravensbrooke let herself go, like she had done before, letting the rush of battle stoke her fire and take her away. Cutlass and dagger flashed, taking out those who dared come for her while she kept her Captain's back. Wings had tucked tight against her back as she moved about in a deadly dance of blades. A stoat was taken down as her cutlass sliced open his gut and her dagger slit his throat, her body twisting in a graceful, but deadly move as she removed the hand of a fox who was thinking of trying to sneak a blow at Krise. At one point the cutlass was sheathed and she launched herself into a group, claws, dagger and teeth the weapons she used. Her sabre's turning red as she took to ripping out the throats of two, tearing a chunk out of another's arm and cracking the neck of another. She kept to her Captain's side, taking down as many that came after them. When all was said and down, she was poised over one she just tore the throat out of, looking like her feral ancestors. Lenora Ravensbrooke breathed hard as she looked around for any that might still be alive and trying to escape. She glanced to Krise then, blood dripping from her sabres and wicked grin on her lips. "That was fuuuun..." she purred, tail twitching behind her. As he went down though, she quickly bounded over to his side. "Krise? Ye a'right? Did they get ya?" She asked, beginning to look over his form for any cuts that needed immediate attention.
Ellsyn clung to the side of the ship as if her life depended on it. The crew on the ship were hollaring at the top of their lungs while the celebrated victory drowing out Elles cries. Her head moved to lean against the ship as she took a deep breath, gaze lowered to look at her side while blood continued to pour out into the water that surrounded her. One of her babies came up under her and helped hold the merlass up while her strength depleated rather fast.. Dolphins started to swim around the ship rather protectively. She closed her eyes eyes and let out a soft sigh, her grip upon the net starting to slip though the mermaid never lost hope.
Time jump to the next day, the hideaway cleared out by Lenora, as Krise returned to the sea to rescue the bleeding Elle. Now, it was time for the clean up, and setting up of the Valdys' new hideaway.
Krise Halloway stood about the debris and destruction caused by last night's raid. A simple notion of the pirate's rage and insurmountable pride had lead to the attack, and now was time to reap the spoils of war, and to assess the damages. The crew was running frantically about, tearing down the ship they had ransacked. The destruction caused by Ellsyn's fury had left it unsalvagable, but now the wood and fittings could be used to repair the hideaway. Manuka would be happy, it'd be the first incursion with another ship, and it's crew that the Valdys sustained no damage. It had been the perfect ambush... None the wiser, and no prisoners. Krise had already begun delegating operations. "Get dese bodies piled up 'n burned! Bury any of our own!" He'd call out, with his sleeves rolled up, as he dragged mangled corpses to the growing pile, pieces were every, from the mortar and cannon fire that had left countless craters in the islands surface. The battle had raged on into the early morning hours. Krise Halloway had left Lenora in charge of clearing out the hideaway of any more pirates, his orders to his Master Gunner were simple; no prisoners. Krise had returned to the ship to tend to the mermaids wounds procured during her own raid on the island... The daughter of Poseidon, doing well to give the Valdys a taste of her power, and surely she'd catch odd glances from the crew every now and then. Though respect was assured, her adding to the ambush, a pack of vicious sharks churned into a feed frenzy, along with the cannons had left little risk for the rest of the crew as they had stormed the island. Victory was theirs, and the jovial cries of shanties could be heard through out the island as the clean up and repair now commenced.
Ellsyn was left aboard the ship while others fled to the island to clean up the mess of bodies and other debris that was left behind.. As well as the massive treasure chest that the former captain and his mates were trying to sneak out. She had rested and tried to regain some strength, it felt odd to lay in the bed doing nothing while others went about cleaning and celebrating. Slowly she would crawl out of the bed and dress herself before walking out onto the deck. A hand clutched her injured side while she looked over to the island, glances and glares were given to her from the crew that remained on board; Without warning she flung one leg over the railing and them another some of the crew members came running to stop her but Elle dove into the water and took true form once more. Slender figure weasled its way into the semi sunken ship, checking the submerged rooms for any sort of treasure that could put her back in Krise's good graces. The last room she checked was the captains quarters. She flipped and turned over everything but with a gingerly care to make sure she didnt tear her stitches. Upon opening a clothing chest she found another smaller chest inside, opening it up she stumbled across precious gems something worth far more than gold coin. Taking the small box she would leave the sunken and make her way towards shore. Arms came up to pull her somewhat up onto a rock but left her tail submerged in the water.. The healing properties of the salty ocean would do her wound good and help the healing process making it much less painful for the mermaid.
Manuka was not much of a fighter and he knew where his strengths lay so the primate had avoided the bloody conflict of the island until he could be sure that the worst had been cleared out. Arming himself with a flintlock and long dagger just encase the monkey was on one of the first boat loads to travel to the island with men and supplies for repair. A battered long boat was reperposed for the bodies of the dead enemy. It was soon filled with corpses, pushed out to sea and set alight, the old viking method proving an expedient manner of disposing of them with some small dignity afforded to fellow sea travelers. No one mourned them but Manny was one of the first to rally a song from the hard worked crew. "What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning? Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning." Manuka also took it upon himself to take stock of what the pirates had in storage on the island, food and booze, tools and other equipment that the crew of the Valdy's could make use of. His merry sea shanty echoed through the entire compound as he clambered nimbly around the boxes.
Lenora Ravensbrooke had gone through all the rooms in search of any remaining pirates from the raid and having found a few, she had been sure to take care of them quickly. Bodies were dragged out and piled with the others so they could be burned. She cleaned off her cutlass and dagger, placing them back in their proper place, then went about doing a bit more scouting down below. She took inventory of what all was down there as far as rations and such went before she tucked it away and bean to help clean up the island. Her voice though was soon lent to the shanties being sung and her mood from last night had gone from bloodlust to pleasant once more. She was still a little unnerved at the fact that Elle was a mermaid, even more so as to what had gone on with her. She made a mental note to never piss off that mermaid.
Krise Halloway was getting reports left and right from the crew, and his officers as well, inventories count of men lost... Their number was extremely low, only two men had fallen, and would be given a proper sending off later that night. Krise watched as Manny went about directing the funeral for the other crew, and though he was a cruel bastard, and felt slighted by this group having tried to steal his own plunder. He sang along with them, Manny had choosen a good shanty for their makeshift funeral, they did still deserve Krise's respect, he had killed his own that night, fellow pirates, and for that he was saddened. A thought he would never show, images were everything in this dangerous world of theirs, it was that pride that had resulted in this attack, and it had proved to be quite lucrative from the reports he'd been given. Attention first went to Manuka, trudging over after the long boat had been lit ablaze. Lenora was seen as well, and an up nod was given to her. "Oy! Lenny. c'mere! Krise Halloway called out as he stepped in close to the Boatswain. "Oy Manny, 'ow we lookin'?" He asked inquisitively, not yet spotting his newly acquired treasure setting up on a rock not too far away. "Lotta gab goin' round we got ourselves' a nice 'aul 'ere... Bad bidness killin' ot'er pirates, I know, but message 'ad te be sent... Aint nobody gonna scalp a Valdys target... Needing to reassure himself? Perhaps, though it'd take a whole hell of a lot to get him to fess up to that. Attention then shifted to Elle, gazing with her with that impassive stare, she had spoke out of turn, and place the prior evening, but she had been a great help in the ambush, saving many lives that could have been lost if those men had been able to reach the cannons of their ship, and taking a dagger to the gut for her work as well, he figured that was punishment enough; for now. He'd nod for her to come to his side, before returning his attention to his officers.
Manuka couldn't dredge up a scrap of guilt or bad feeling for the death of the pirates, he had not taken part in the physical killing but he was not shy about hauling corpses feeling utterly detached from the cold lumps of flesh. All that mattered to the monkey was his crew and his family and himself. The pirates of the island had died for the good of the crew and they had even managed to kill two members. They had earned their death and once they boat was put out to sea Manny was quickly able to push them from his thoughts. He might not be a fighter but he was a pirate and cold bastard through and through. He turned his attentions back to Krise. "Pretty good. Haven't found treasure store yet but will soon and plenty of food and drink to keep whole crew going for good while. No reason we can not make this home for a while, outside door is still good, damage easy fix. Plenty of room too." He spared a glance to the mermaid but he soon shuffled he way back towards the pirates den to finish his work
Ellsyn thought she would of gone unnoticed but when Krise's gaze landed on her Elle found herself sinking deeper into the water.. He had bekoned her to come closer. Lips parted as she let out a soft sigh and would make her way towards the beach. Tail was replaced with human legs while she clutched the small box in her hands. Quietly the mermaid would come to stand before her master, knees bending as she took up table position and held the box up to him. Not a word was said for a sound could be heard besides her shuffling about. She found it honorable for them to give their fallen comrades a decent funeral, something she would of done as well but done a bit different. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before exhaling softly, eyes opened only to keep those blues on the sandy surface.
Lenora Ravensbrooke moved about, helping to bury who needed it and to put into the 'burning' pile. It had felt strange to do such, but it would be sending a message. She moved off to help lift a beam and get it to where it needed to be, though as Krise's voice was heard, she moved over to the husky. His questions asked and answered before she could make her own report. She rolled her eyes and waved to Manny. "What he said." She took out the parchment and handed it over to Krise. It was a list of what there was around the hideaway. "An' I agree with him. This would make a good hideaway for us when we not at sea or the Tether." She grinned and as the mermaid came over, her tail fluffed out a bit once more. She was still a bear weary of her now that she knew what she was, but she wouldn't voice it unless asked.
Krise Halloway gaze remained on Manny as he spoke, the Tamarin had long gained the captain's respect, and friendship. He took what the Boatswain had to say into account. "Aint found it yet eh..." He tapped his chin. "Shite's prolly well hid... But iffin' anyone cin find it, ye'd be de one." He added with a grin. The Primape was a good pirate, he wasn't one for the violence unless of dire importance, but he knew the way, the code just as good, if not better than Krise did. Lenny's report had the man laughing and snatching the paper from her. "Oy lass, don't gotta be short 'bout it, Lenny." He added with a wink, un folding the paper and giving it a once over as Elle cam beside him and settled down to her knees. Glance gaze down to the box she had offered. He'd roll up the paper and stuff it into his pocket. Before opening the box and letting his eyes widen, like a pup who just found the cookie jar. "Yeah, yeah... I be concurin' wit de both o' yes..." He stated with a distant tone to his words."Good place te 'ave our own 'ideway... OY! Manny! Get back 'ere a sec... Lenny... Look at dis." He held open the box filled with various gems of a uniform size, that being about the size of a finger knuckle, holding it low enough for Manny to get a good look "... I got jes de idea fer dis... Dis is what me be needin'... Te snatch us anot'er fence at de Tether. Elle, where did ye find dis lass?" He'd finally address his servant. Which reminded him. "Oh, Manny... Elle was tellin me about de captain, tryin' te sneak off wit a large chest, over thar." He'd give an upnod in the direction Elle had told him earlier... "Anyone grab it up yet? Might have boon' or better... Charts, maps, personal effects dat may be 'elpin us find where he hid 'is boon." Krise couldn't help the grin flashing across his features. "Scalped one treasure, now who knows what kinda shite, dis crew bin 'oardin!" The captain spoke up for all the crew to hear. "Lookin' like a good haul! Ye Scurvy dogs!" A profound, and thunderous cheer came from the able bodied sailors still working all around him.
Moderators: Lenora Ravensbrooke (played anonymously) Krise Halloway (played by Broker)