Pirates of the Hard Nox [Open]

Ciaran could be found busy handing out blankets to the cold and looking for his captain when the archer found him. When he turned to face her his face grew bright and creaseless, untethered by age and duty. "Beck!" He reached out and wrapped his arms around the archer, "I am so relieved to see you safe," Ciaran was smiling as he hugged her, but withdrew a moment later when he realized he might be smothering her or acting a fool.

And what she said next was a portent of doom if he ever knew one. "I, uh... of course we can. Where would be-"

The sound of Caleb's voice cut his words in half, an order to drop sails and make speed south. It wasn't an idea he was against, but it was coming from someone who wasn't the captain. Then it came through.

Sinead was dead. No fanfare, no questions. The Fir Bolg just watched, puzzled as the crew just went on without question - perhaps that was all they could do at the end of the world. The captain was dead and they were all tired of the cold, and Sinead wasn't the type of leader one could love - Ciaran had respected her command, but he didn't love her by no means.

Perhaps a change in management was in order, but O'Cain? He seemed to take his new place at the helm with ease, but a conversation behind closed doors for the future of the ship and its command was in order. Not now, now he needed to be the decent gentlemen he was so damned convinced he was and listen to the lady archer. "Yes, Beck we may speak. What is concerning you?"

Naveen didn't have much time to rest, not that he needed to. Like an arrow set on a target, the Nox's hound made its way towards his protected one, and the blond had no choice but to follow after him to prevent the possible massacre.

"Is he bothering you?" He asked, appearing to the captain's left side. The air around him turned colder as he prepared his defenses.

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It took him long enough. Caleb had been waiting for Lucien to attempt to slice his throat, and he hadn't been the only one, proven by Naveen's arrival not long after. It gave him an unsettling sense of security to have him nearby, enough to smirk defiantly at the navigator.

"Captain. You'll get used to it." He said, one hand resting on the helm while the other touched his hip. He acknowledged Naveen's question with a movement of his head, and addressed Lucien once again. "I was just about to ask you to draft us a route to Leimor. From there you can find somewhere else to spend the rest of whatever it is you have instead of a life."

No matter how she adjusted the position of her bag’s strap on her shoulder, Nessa couldn’t find a comfortable place for it to rest. That left her feeling irritated, though the young vampire wasn’t quite certain why. It was just weight and she was no stranger to carrying her worth in weight with some change, so what was it about this that made it so very… very heavy? Nessa ignored it, as she did her best to do with all sorts of things that irked her, and yet after a few feet of walking her bag found itself on a new part of her shoulder to torment.

She trailed behind the main group, sliding what riches she passed into her bed sheet sack as she went. A few stones caught her eye as they were added, future earrings perhaps, but she didn’t linger too long. She took what she could before sliding into the tunnels and following them back to the Nox. She spared a frown at the totem, inert but bearing more scars than it had been hours prior, though also now accessorizing which was nice.

Hopefully the scarf and… potato(?) would make it for its dead friend.

Nessa took hold of the netting on the side of the ship, and scrambled her way on up, about as well as one could do with a sack full of heavy stones in one hand, but Nessa wasn’t one to give up with riches on the line so she made her way up and over even if it took a little longer than she would have liked. The gems went over the banister first, followed by Nessa pulling herself up, and rolling over the side as the shift lifted. Nessa puffed out a long breath as her heart thudded in her ears. This too made her feel a touch frustrated as she looked up at the sky above.

“Who wants to help with carrying the riches?” Nessa called, after a long enough pause to get her breathing back under control.

Maybe she could find another apple in the mess and right her flagging mood.

"Do I look like a mole expert to you?" Alys asked, only slightly amused, watching as the white creature sniffed at the saucy potato. A dramatic moment of contemplation ensued... and then Gracie turned her nose away in a huff. Her loss. "Uh... let's see - moles dig tunnels. They don't have eyes and apparently don't like potatoes." But what did they like? Earth worms? Insects? Surely they could find some of those on board, likely hidden in the deepest crevices of the Nox. Perhaps Hester could be in charge of scrounging those up. 

With her hunger satisfied and belly swollen, Alys quickly cleaned off her bowl and spoon, setting them aside to dry. "How about this? I'll give you two really shiny coppers and I'll throw in a surprise too. For a nice, long scarf. Do we have a deal?" Gently, she scooped the mole back into the crook of her left arm, while offering Pris her right hand to shake.