Jinx stood and watched, as Apak grew smaller on the distant horizon. She thought of its cobblestone streets, numerous bars, and salty sea smells. It was the sort of town where one could find friends, foes, and folly. Work was never in short supply, but it was enjoyable work that brought good fun and riches. In Apak no on hid from the council or quivered with fear. Apak was the home of pirates, a city like no other, a city that was loved by far too many to count.

“Good riddance,” Jinx said to herself as turned to face the sea. Apak was great and all, but Jinx couldn’t help but think that it was high time she was back on the sea. On the sea she was free and powerful, on land she was bound to an earth that did not move beneath her feet. Jinx was ready to be off pillaging and charging into battle once more. However, pillaging would have to wait for this was a very special journey. Jinx patted the map she kept in her pocket. She had had not yet told her newfound crew what it was that they were seeking. She had merely mentioned that she knew the location of a great treasure.

Jinx turned to look at Apak once more only to find tat it could no longer be seen on the horizon. She grinned, now that the ship was well out to sea it was time to tell the crew what it was they were seeking, and how they would get there.

Jinx stood on the top of the bridge and shouted out to all the crew, “Set her on a southern course and then meet me portside!” It was not a question it was an order, and Jinx expected them to comply.

Before she stepped down from the bridge Jinx added, “It is high time you Bilge rats learned what exactly you’ve signed up for!” Grinning Jinx stepped calmly down the stairs to the main deck. She stood tall as she walked portside to await her crew.

Martin hadn't lingered on deck after the ship had set sail. Jinx had made it more than clear that every stage of this voyage was going to be on a 'need to know' basis. And she had hired him, in part, to navigate the ship. Therefore the situation was one of two things; either he would 'need to know' where to plot a course to fairly soon, or Jinx would not regard him as needing to know that in which case his job was going to be fairly simple...because he couldn't do it. Either way, staying quiet and falling in line suited him very nicely. He wasn't here to make a name for himself. Not among pirates anyway...and it seemed unlikely that the council or society at large were likely to appreciate his projected achievements. He could only commit them to posterity, and hope that the scientists of the future might consider themselves in his debt.

Silently he stowed his few belongings next to his chosen bunk. There was nothing valuable; there were a few science instruments which it was unlikely anybody else on board even knew were for. His gun he kept on him. Not only was he keen for it not to be stolen, but he had to keep in mind that he was aboard a pirate ship now. So whereas in past sea voyages the dangers had consisted of pirates, now they consisted of the council, legal privateers and other pirates. Self defence could no longer be considered a mere precaution.

Moving up onto the deck he made his way up to the bridge in time to hear Jinx's command. A southerly course...it stood to reason, since that was more or less the direction they'd struck out from port on. He examined the bridge desk for the first time, looking at the map that was laid out. It was curiously unmarked...clearly a fairly new map which had been put in place for Martin himself to plot a course on...but conspicuously did not bear any marks made by the captain. Did she possibly have her own map elsewhere? It did not mind him much if she did. Again, she would tell him what he needed to know to do his job.

Silently he sauntered down to the deck and waited along with the others for the captains instructions.

Michale sat calmly in the rigging as he lent a hand to the riggers. He moved well through the rigging Not as precisely as the other riggers but well enough to not get tangled or fall. As soon as the rigging was secured Michale Sat up in the crows nest watching Apak grow smaller in the distance. It had been his home once several years ago, and it had proven to be a pleasant time home even if it had been disaster that had brought him back to the city. The important thing was that the captain had taken him back on and possibly with the prospect of him actually being a crew member instead of just a cabin boy. he quickly glanced the deck to see where everyone was located namely the captain and to see if he could see Sky. He felt sorry for her she was sure she hadn't volunteered And he was pretty sure that wouldn't help her disposition, For the time being he was giving her space letting her adjust before he tried to say hello, but it sounded like the captain was calling for all hands on the port side. Michale smiled as he began to tumble down the rigging after a few moments of controlled decent he let himself drop a few feet from where the captain was standing, standing up and looking at her with a lopsided smile running a hand through his messy hair. "You rang Captain?" Michale said happily

The salty spray sprinkled Nyclora's face as the ship hit a wave. She was glad- no, more than glad, more like exuberant- to finally be hired and working on a boat. Sure, it was a pirate ship and there was a higher risk of getting in trouble on one, but it would no doubt be interesting. The knife hanging at her hip was a small comfort against possible upcoming violence. Nyclora was not the best fighter, but she felt safer with some sort of weapon with her. Of course, the knife would probably be used more for gutting any fish caught. So she hoped.

Her scanty belongings had been carefully placed in the bunk she claimed. One of Nyclora's goals was to enlarge her amount of possesions by the time this voyage was over. Since she was on a pirate ship Nyclora had sewn hidden pockets in her bag to conceal some of her more valued items. She doubted a small book, some medical ointment, and some dried peppers were items that would be on the top list of things that people wanted, but one could never be sure.

Where exactly was this ship going? Nyclora wan't sure, but the captain just sent out the word she would be revealing what the crew had plunged into. As she walked towards the portside Nyclora became aware of smoke coming from her mouth. Not now! She took a flask of water from her belt and took a swig. To her relief, the smoke stopped drifting out.

Nyclora arrived at the place the captain had said to meet at and waited for her to speak.

Kamen Diamonte was in the Crown's Nest, and was full outfit. Anybody who looked up could notice him, but nobody had yet. He didn't have much of a job but be a manager and a pirate skilled in many areas. Diamonte had known exactly how every job on the ship works, so he wasn't unable to do things. The cool air splashed across his face and his cape blowed into the wind.

He heard the Captain's orders. Jinx, a face he recognized, a female captain. Of course, he can remember meeting the captain when he was younger, just a runaway girl with a lot of potential. Of course, she's really matured now.

Diamonte tied some wire around a plank on the nest, and he changed his clothing to a blue, clean, expensive looking pirate outfit, and had a white eye patch over his right eye, and a cloth tied around his head, like a pirate. Using the wire to make his fall slower, he jumped down onto the main deck. It would look like he came from nowhere. Jinx would have already known it was him, for he didn't change his hair or face, but nobody else knows yet that he was even on the ship. They just knew this first mate as Lloyd Exburna.

"My my my," he said casually, "Anything important?" he leaned against a post. with a calm grin on his face.

The young sailer had her face raised up to the sweet sea wind, a small happy smile on her face. It felt glorious to be back out on the waters again! It had been too long. A person born on a ship belongs in a ship, well in her opinion anyway. Sheer let out a delighted laugh, voice high and sparkling. Though she was young, she's had a lot of experience. She was useful.

Sheer cursed the Apak silently, her lip curled, eyes narrowed in distaste. Her last captain had tried to sell her off as a slave girl. What nerve... The little sailer gazed up at the sky, sadly, she had rather liked the crew she was with. Too bad the captain was a dumbass. So when the female captain approached her, how could she not say yes? Maybe the captain would try to sell Sheer off too, but then again, maybe not. Who knew? She didn't really care as long as she got to get back onto the ocean. She had missed the salty pray and the smell of fish so much. Three months on land was too much for her to handle. It felt like she was going to die. If things came to the worst, she would just fly off to somewhere safe until she could find a new captain that would want her theiving skills.

No matter, she was where she belonged and she felt great. Sheer started laughing happily, out of the blue. She felt so happy.

Her ears twitched, taking in her new captains order. Sheer grinned, it felt so great to be home. She walked over to the riggers and started helping, her movements confident and sure. This was the only life she knew afterall. After she had done her share, she patted down her pockets, making sure her weapons were there, she had put away her other belongings down at her bunk. Sheer Breeze was excited, the other crew members looked so impressive to her earnest eyes. It would be an honor to work with them, maybe even that cabin boy.

Then she headed to where the captain, Jinx, had told them to meet her, Sheer beamed up at the older woman, ready for anything

Sky was below deck, skulking in her bunk, when the Captain called for everyone. Anger rose up within her, and she clenched her hands into tight fists, trying hard not to lash out. Captain Jinx had made it very clear that she was God on this boat, and that Sky was under her control. And anything less than complete obedience and submission would be punished. Why did they have to pick Sky, of all people? The young woman inwardly groaned at the thought of being the cabin girl. Again, anger stirred and she felt like screaming. "Oh, go to hell, Captain." The words were hardly above whisper, lest someone should hear her mutinous talk.

With a grunt, she swung her legs from the bed and slowly (very slowly) walked towards the group of people. Sky allowed her eyes to roam, taking in the ship. It definitely wasn't grand or of high quality (though never on sea, Sky did live near the docks; she'd seen tons of ships in her lifetime), but that's about all she knew. Her eyes scanned the horizon, looking for the tell-tale dot that signaled land, but it seemed they'd already gone too far out for it to be seen. With a scowl, she walked to the group, staying on the very edges. Many people announced their appearance, but Sky didn't utter a word; instead she clenched her fists and stared at the ground, trying to swallow past the anger.

Tightly clenching her jaw, Sky slowly lifted her head and swept her gaze over the people around her. She then proceeded to say a few obscenities about them under her breath, but stopped herself before she got out of hand. How would she ever survive here? She couldn't even look at these people without hate in her mind. And she was to do all of the dirty work around here? If only she could scream!

Jinx stood tall as the crewmembers arrived one by one.

She smiled as Nina arrived and stated, “Nina reporting for duty, ma'am.” Jinx nodded in return and waited for the majority of the crew, save one of the sailors who’d become sick, to arrive.

Once she was sure everyone was present Jinx began to talk, “Now, as you all know we are on a journey for treasure. If you didn’t know that, well you’re a half-wit and I’m not entirely sure how you got onto my ship. “

Jinx stared icily at the crew as she continued, “What you don’t know is location of this treasure, or how I learned of it. Well you see, I have recently come to possess a map.”

Jinx reached into her pocket and pulled out the rolled up map, “ As you all know, maps are illegal in accordance to the councils laws. But then again, so is piracy, and I don’t see that stopping any of you.”

She unfolded the map and displayed it to the crew, “This map shows the route to a great treasure, a crystal of some sort. I must also warn you that beyond treasure this map shows several dangers. These include what appear to be giant metal fish, dragons, lions, and various other obstacles. “

Jinx folded the map up quickly before the crew had time to read some of the more ominous warnings printed on it. She then placed it back in her pocket and said to the crew, “All right that’ll be all.”

She walked up to the navigator, a man by the name of Martin, “I’m going to show you the map so you can copy the route. I trust you’ll be discreet about what it says?”

Lloyd looked up at Nina going into the crowns nest. "Alright, let's hurry onto our first danger," he announced, in a teasing way. He walked the main deck, checking each person head to toe. None seemed important enough for a disguise. He held his white eyepatch, it was starting to make his eye sore. Eyesore? Get it? Bad pun, as he was thinking.

Lliyd decided to go into the quarters for a second. He took a bag made out of steel threads, with a weird knot closing it. Of course, only he knew exactly how to open it. Opening it, he shuffled through it untill he found a small piece of gold. A fake gold tooth, shaped to cover one of his real teeth. He carefully put it in his mouth, clipping it onto one of his molars. He held a toothy grin for a little bit, and then it was in place. This was specially made for his pirate disguise, and it sure cost a lot, despite it not being real gold. Lloyd walked back up to the Main Deck.

He casually walked the main deck, with a rediculous grin, as he watched over people. He then looked out at the sea. Large expanse of blue and green, filled with waves, stone, plants, corpses, treasure, and... Fish. Just the glimse of a cod breaking the surface due to the waves made him uneasy. Lloyd was afraid the waves would throw one of those stinky, and unaturally flopping things at him. Looking away from the ocean with a weird look on his face, Lloyd practiced a couple card tricks.

Alto had popped on deck just in time to hear the Captains speech. Though he came topside still feeling that lingering feeling of sickness the words portraying adventure and danger quickly set those feelings of to the side giving him a rush of adrenaline and excitement. He vowed for the hundredth time that day never to eat at that tavern again and quickly set about his work. For the most part he actually just kept his eyes to the sky checking for any storms, or doing little odd jobs around the ship. The familiar rocking of the ship kept him well at home. For the most part he kept out of the way of the other. He was well aware that most of them were packing at least 12 inches of steel and an attitude. He was confident he could take most of them but at the same time he was cautious not to make any enemies while on a ship miles form land.

Michale nodded as the captain gave her small speech on where they would be going, and it seemed like this time they would see alot more of the world. Wich made his head fill with the thoughts of adventure. Slowly people began to go about doing their jobs which left Michale at the moment not a lot to do He glanced around those left and spotted Sky, slowly he slunk out of the mass of people still standing their and then came up behind her with a smal grin on his face staring at Sky "Well well..Its been a while hasn't it Sky?" Michale said softly looking at her with a somewhat concerned expression. Unlike him who had practically begged the captain the first time to come aboard he was fairly certain she wasn't so fortunate Michale stood a good arms length away from sky probably more for his safty than hers, He had been on the flip side of her temper more than once on the street and it had got him a swift punch to the chin.

Nyclora smiled at the blonde haired girl's comment. Nina, that was her name, right? She seemed perky and upbeat, albeit a little sarcastic. Nyclora had been able to understand her sentence was sarcastic by the way she apologized for it afterwards. Or maybe she was apologizing for a misconception, but that seemed unlikely.

This voyage was a treasure hunt and a dangerous one at that. There seemed to be a large amount of different types of beasts that the crew would run into. Giant metal fish was a type of monster. Nyclora had questions about them. Were they solid metal? Were they sentient? Were they controlled by humans? Lions were among the listed creatures and probably the least interesting. The captain said there would be dragons,too. Nyclora unconciously fingered her throat. She could breathe fire like the dragons of the legend. She had often wondered if there was any connection between her and the flying fiery creatures.

Shaking her head Nyclora snapped out of her reverie. The food and drink stores needed to be checked on and she had to think about the evening meal. She began walking to the place where the food was kept. Once there she examined the supplies and made mental lists of the amounts. Then she walked to the kitchens to see the equipment. To her satisfaction there was already pots and pans along with various utensils cleaned and ready to be used. What should she cook for dinner though? It would have to be enough for the whole crew. A challenge, but Nyclora was sure she could overcome it. She went to the stores again and took out some beef, flour, onions, potatoes and mushrooms. It took a couple trips to carry it all up. Might as use up the fresh stuff while it's still fresh, she thought.

Nyclora began cutting up the beef into strips and then started to cook them. She mixed the juices from the meat with flour and water to make gravy. The onions and mushrooms were sauteed until they were limp and then mixed in with the gravy. She peeled the potatoes and boiled them to make them softer. When that was finished she began to mash them in a large pot. She tossed the cooked meat into the gravy and seasoned it with some salt, pepper, and a little thyme. She let it simmer for a while as she chopped up some chives to put into the potatoes. When the potatoes were ready she stirred both large, cauldron-like pots before going up and announcing dinner was ready.

Martin listened with an air of silence and only obligatory interest to the captain's presentation. He was looking for the information he needed to know. A crystal...rather than a jewel? Was this actual treasure, or some kind of artefact? The latter would be of more interest to Martin, but in any case he was under no delusion about how things worked with pirates; it would be up to Jinx to decide how any prospective bounty was divided among the men.

The surprising remark from the girl who's name he remembered to be Nina (for he had made a point of paying attention to everyone's names as they were read off on boarding the ship) did, however, cause him to raise his brow. Clearly there was a certain spirit - or possibly stupidity - about that girl. What was her role again...a rigger? It was a job that took tenacity, that was for sure. At the same time, he was certain he'd seen her bringing a very interesting firearm onto the ship, and remembered that he'd intended to ask her about it. After all, any technology worth mentioning on the ship might as well be noted...from the initial condition of the ship's own guns he couldn't rule out that using personal weapons might not be a better option in some circumstances. But hopefully he'd be able to clean up the cannons and get them looking a bit more like reliable ordince before long.

He remained standing in his place as some of the others disperesed, and Jinx put the map once again under his gaze. Curiosity could not resist scaning the map for whatever it was that the captain may not wish for the men to have a close enough perusal to see, but in truth what he found were a lot of fairly cryptic messages. The one which did capture his attention was "Knowledge is power". Now that sounded like an interesting endeavour to Martin, though it did not directly intersect the indicated route...which curiously took the long way around Prophets Island...though at the same time it also indicated the reason, "beware what lies below". Martin couldn't help wonder who had made this map, and how Captain Jinx had come into posession of it.

But already he was taking longer than he needed to.

"I can do this captain." he said obligingly, "We'll remain central in the cape to avoid detection from council ships and any shallow waters, and update our heading when we see this western peninsula. For now, your southerly heading seems like the right course."

He nodded finally, "And of course captain. I know what I need and I'll ask no more. Questions are easiest to deflect when one truthfully does not know the answer."

Sheer wasn't too impressed by Captain Jinx's speech. With the bunch of ships she's been on, nothing impressed her much. But she really didn't care. Treasure? Crystal? These words were meaningless. All she wanted to do was sail. If they got into some fights along the way? Awesome. If they didn't.. she'd go find a new ship to sail on. Since everything seemed in order and in place, she started roaming around on the main deck, not there was much to see. This ship was a lot smaller than she was used to, but Sheer didn't mind. Adventure is what she lived for! Not a comfortable bed. Thinking back onto her brief time at land, she scoffed loudly. The people ther were so lazy! They ate like pigs and complaine about such uneccessary things. She bet they never even set sail on a ship before.

She leaned against a railing, feeling the wind blow in her pretty pointed face. This is what she lived for. She was just drifting into her own little thoughs when a voice anounced that dinner was ready. Sheer pushed herself up, brushed a strand of hair away from her face and grinned at the cook. What was her name? Sheer mentally scolded herself. Forgetting names already? She pinched her cheek hard. There. Maybe that would help her remember.

"Something smells great! I'm Sheer by the way, and you are?" The young 15 year old girl grinned at the cook. Maybe she might even make a friend?

Nyclora managed to heave the cauldrons containing the pieces of the meal to the top deck. It was heavy, hard work. She was happy with the outcome of her work, though. Cooking made her happy. Part of it was the activity itself and part of it was imagining how people would enjoy themselves eating the food she cooked. It was even better when people told her they liked it. If they didn't, well, that just meant there was something that needed to be worked on and improven. You couldn't be perfect all the time. Sometimes the mistake wasn't in the meal, though. Nyclora's fingers traced the edges of the blotchy burn scar on her right arm. Sometimes it was a lack of concentration and a lack of thinking that got you in trouble. In more trouble than someone not liking something you did. It could mean pain. Nyclora shuddered at the memory.

Now is not the time to be thinking such gloomy thoughts, she chided herself. Life was good! Sure, there were some accidents peppered in here and there but it was worth the ride. One always had to remember that.

"Something smells great! I'm Sheer by the way, and you are?" a young girl asked. The girl looked upbeat and cheerful, a good combination in a person as far as Nyclora was concerned. Nyclora felt a small pang of sadness when the girl mentioned the food smelling good. Why couldn't she smell? It frustrated her. Turning her attention back to Sheer she said, "I'm Nyclora. It's nice to meet you, Sheer."

"Well well..Its been a while hasn't it Sky?" Sky spun around quickly at the mention of her name. It took only a moment to recognize Michale. He lived on the streets, just like her, stealing and taking odd jobs just to survive. What were the odds that they had taken him too? And of the hundreds of kids with no homes, they had to pick him?

"Michale," Sky replied, after a moments thought. Though she didn't see him as a potential friend, and they didn't get along very well on the streets - maybe on the ship, she could learn to like him. After all, he was the only one that came of a similar background, as far as she knew. And he knew what happened to her family, and how she had changed. He understood. The hell, Sky? Trying to convince yourself you don't hate everyone? He's just another human being, only concerned with himself, and he'll die just like everyone else. Leaving you. The thoughts whispered through her mind, and she turned her steely gaze away from him, then back. "Fancy meeting you here." Was all she managed.

Michale nodded as he looked at her she seemed to be as distant as ever, Well she would hopefully adjust better here than she had on the streets. So bitter and Angry all the time and it seemed like she was just being angry instead of feeling. "I suppose so. But what are you doing here? I never thought you would leave the streets. let alone come aboard a pirate ship." Michale said looking somewhat concerned he wasn't sure why the captain would have kidnapped another when she had him. Michale took a few steps back observing the crowd and then said. Look Sky I know we havent always just seen eye to eye....But if you need someone to talk to about something, You can always find me." Michale said as he saw people going about to do there jobs Michale then nodded to her. "I need to get to work Ill catch you later Sky." He said giving her a half smile as he made his way toward the captain,

As he approached her with caution, he waited for a moment outside earshot and far enough away that he wouldn't interrupt her business waiting for her to acknowledge him once that was done he would attempt to approach her in a conversation. "Mam rigging is secured is there anything you need from me or am I free to find my way to my quarters for now?" Michale asked cautiously as he stood there moving his hair out of his face before adding "And if i may ask although i might be slightly out of place asking, Whats with the other cabin girl.....Why is she here?"

Alto stepped along the ships deck with fluent unimpeded movements which either betrayed a long time sailor or agile fresh meat. Alto was the second of the two. He kept his eye out for something to keep him busy but quickly found there to be nothing much to do. So he wandered the ship looking for a place to relax. He quickly found what he was looking for, a long net like ladder spanning from the sides of the main deck to about the mid point on the mast. He quickly scampered up and found himself lying in it much like a 45 degree hammock.

As he lay there with his feet hooked into the ropes to keep him from falling into the water Alto over heard a small conversation below between the cabin girl and another man. He laughed a little to loudly as the man walked away. "Not the friendliest of people now are we? Though i suppose its to be expected from someone who was practically dragged aboard." He pushed off with his hands swinging himself using his feet as a pivot point and landing upside down with his head about level with the girls. "but while your here you might a as well make the best of it right? If we die so do you." He laughed at the slightly morbid comment but it seemed genuine, more like he actually thought it was a funny comment than a teasing one. He stretched his hand through the mesh towards the girl. "Names Alto, could I have the pleasure of knowing your name madame?" This time his voice was thick with sarcasm, adding a very pompous accent to the comment. Truthfully he already overheard her name was Sky but he preferred if she told it to him herself.

"I need to get to work, I'll catch you later Sky." And he would, because she was stuck on this damn ship with nowhere to go. There was nowhere for her to hide or run, and she was controlled by a single woman. Who she had to obey, for they were in the middle of nowhere, riding atop waves with no land in sight. Captain Jinx could do whatever the hell she liked with Sky. There was nothing she could do here but work and obey. Though the treasure had peaked her interest, she would much rather be back on the streets than here.

"Not the friendliest of people, now are we? Though I suppose it's to be expected from someone who was practically dragged aboard." Sky spun around once more to see who was speaking. A man, who she had seen below decks not long before, was laying against some type of network of ropes, that rose beside the mast, and resembled a large net. He pushed himself forward, keeping his foot locked between the intersecting ropes, and landed upside down. His face now level with hers, he spoke again. "But while you're here, you might as well make the best of it right? If we die, so do you." Sky clenched her teeth as her hands curled into the familiar shape of fists.

"Names Alto, could I have the pleasure of knowing your name, madame?" Sky looked at the hand he offered, then back at his face.

"What business of yours is it, whether or not I'm 'friendly', or what I make the best of?" Sky replied, her gray eyes assuming their usual intensity and fierceness. "It's none of your damn business at all." With one last glare, she spun on her heels and stalked away, the loose shirt she had on swaying lightly at the force. Her boots met the deck with a thud as she stomped away, though she didn't know where to go. Sky then noticed the pots of food and felt her stomach rumble. Could she eat now? Or was she supposed to eat last, being the cabin girl? "To hell with pirate etiquette." She murmured, running a hand through her auburn hair.

Sheer smiled delightedly as the cook answered.

"Nyclora.. What a gorgeous name..." she exclaimed sincerely. She took a seat, her stomach rumbled and she petted it softly. "Now you, hush be a little patient for once!" maybe talkin to herself looked weird to some but she didn't really care. She was the one person she could truly trust after all But Nyclora seemed really nice. Then she glanced at the others. No one but the Cabin girl seemed to realize dinner was ready.

"Oi! Dinners ready people!" she shouted out waving her arms gleefully. There was nothing so refreshing as a hot meal between crew members. Smiling, she waved the Cabin girl over. Damn, she swore silently to herself. What was her name? She pinched her other cheek painfully. Whether it killed her, Sheet was determined to learn the names of everyone on the boat.

"The food looks great," she gave a thumbs up to the older woman. "Now if everyone just got their butts on over here, I could try this beautiful creation you cooked up for us!"

Alto laughed as she spun away and stomped off. "None of my business girly but if your gunna spend your potential last moments here you might as well make them good ones!" Alto yelled these words after the girl before dropping to the deck below with a short little aerial flip and walking towards the food. "Time for some Dinner." As his confident steps led him to the food fallowing the scrumptious scent of mashed potatoes and gravy he unhooked his blades at his side and hug them over his shoulder via his belt. Truthfully it would be the first time he got a truly well cooked meal in a while and he planned on enjoying it.

Lloyd glanced up. Seems people were having issues with the cabun girl. More like some people were trying to be impressive and the cabin girl hated everybody. Seems somebody had to cheer the bad faces up. Sure, there is nothing to steal on a boat, but he might as well tangle people's heads a bit. He thought of what he'd do or say.

The whole purpose was to let people know 'Kamen Diamonte, Wizard of the Skies, is among you, hiding on the ship. The Sky's Lie shall see danger on the Septette of Seas.' Now that sounded golden. Lloyd was getting excited thinking of the magic tricks and epic lines he'd pull off.

Lloyd put his cards back in his pocket when he had a smell. Immedietly, he set off for the first deck. A smirk was wiped off of Lloyd's face when he walked into the kitchen. "I see dinner is ready, I'll go alert the Captain," Lloyd wasn't planning on eating with the others, because you give so much away of yourself, but you are distracted. He glanced at Sky. She seemed almost Lloyd's true age. He gave a liitle smirk, and as he left the room, he said this; "What if I was French? I should have at least 20 years on this ship, but it seems I only brought 3 less than needed on board with me, shame, well, nobody can tell, right?"

Getting back to the main deck, Lloyd approached Captain Jinx. "Inner-Day is Eady-Ray," he told her, "Or so it is in a language even an English Pig can't understand."