When the ringing of the noise finally died down, Isabelle looked to Marred for an answer to her question. "I... don't know," he said, and she bit her lip lightly, worried. Beside her, Rajah stirred and lifted his large head from his paws, yawning. "What's wrong Isabelle? I heard voices." His sleepy voice floated towards her in the dark and she looked at him. How the hell had he slept through that noise, but woken up to her quiet whispers to Marred?
She was about to answer when voices drifted through her door. She knew Rajah could probably hear the conversation on the other side perfectly, but to her the words were a bit muddled from sleep so Izzy stood and crossed to the door, hovering near the crack to listen. Maybe they were talking about what that noise was. Hopefully it hadn't been the ship. "...I thought you were in charge of keeping them quiet first and foremost." She heard and crinkled her eyebrows in confusion. The voice clearly belonged to Seboro, but who was he talking about? Who was in charge of keeping who quiet? She glanced behind her at Rajah on the bed and Marred beside it. There was a quieter reply from whomever was on the other end of the conversation, and Isabelle turned back to the crack again, looking out through it.
On the other side, she could see Seboro open a door in the ships deck and shout down into it. "Don't do anything you even think would make noise! I want to hear nothing from you!" Growing even more confused, she turned and closed the door gently behind her with a soft click. Her aqua eyes moved between Rajah and Marred. What had just happened? Were they keeping someone below deck? Why? She crossed her arms and leaned on the door, gaze resting on Marred. "What was that all about?" She asked plainly. "I know you know." She wanted badly to trust Seboro and his creature, but several things just weren't adding up.
From the startled look on Isabelle's face when he woke up, he knew something had just happened. She looked slightly worried and his first thought went to the state of the ship. First and foremost, Isabelle and himself were afriad of sailing and if something had her worked up, it had to be the boat. "What's wrong Isabelle? I heard voices." He asked her and glanced at the side of the bed to find that Marred was standing there. The intense glare the creature had given him earlier hadn't gone unnoticed and Rajah silently wondered why he was there before looking back at Izzy.
She was about to answer him when voices at the door stopped her. He heard Seboro's voice, loud and angry as if he were scolding someone, his perfect hearing allowing him to catch the words clearly. He crinkled his brow at the conversation and watched Isabelle listening at the door. What was going on? Apparently he'd slept through a noise. That much was obvious, but why was Seboro angry with the man for it? He yawned again and sighed as the conversation ended and Isabelle closed the door. From the look on her face, he could tell she was as confused as he was, and he watched her wonder what to do about it before settling herself against the door, crossing her arms, and turning to Marred.
"What was that all about?" She asked suspiciously. "I know you know." Rajah turned his eyes to Seboro's creature and flicked his tail across the bed. "Yes, please explain." He purred steadily, blinking slowly as if caustiously choosing the tiny sentance. He knew Izzy wanted to trust Seboro and Marred badly, causing her to glaze over her suspicions, but Rajah was more careful. He'd taken note of every thing that had seemed "off" and had been waiting for them to prove him right that the two could not be trusted.