Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

The Captain studied him, once again the demon confusing her. At times, like most women, she had a tendency to analyse things and his chuckle was part of one of such analyses. There was nothing amusing about her words, nor the situation. That implied that he was either trying to hide discontent or set her a trap that she somehow managed to avoid. As much as she hated to admit it, however, she had no idea what it was. The demon didn't let her think for too long, allowing her to see the true reason everyone feared the rot emitting house. The demon and him were not completely one, unlike most demon she met. Somehow, the human inside has survived the invasion and they were cohabiting the body. Her palm remained in the air as she eyed the black gaze of his, waiting for the bond to be made. When it was completed, she shut her lids for a moment, watching the bright flash. The bond was the oddest thing to her. A part of her felt stronger in a sense, the overwhelming evil flowing through her veins and resonating in her head. She leaned back slightly for a moment to see if things were as she thought and indeed, as she was further from him the evil did not weaken. She bit on her lower lip, unsure how she felt about this situation. While she would have been able to avoid the unpleasant sensation crawling under her skin before, now her existence would be haunted by the male's urges and desires when he was hungry. Luckily, she was able to distinguish her feelings from his ones, and the bond gave her access to him a lot further. On the downside, however, she knew that he could feel what she felt. Although she managed to hide most of her emotions and completely empty her mind through meditation - something she learnt over a stay in Asia, she was aware that pain, blood lust, killing intent and so forth were not always hidden. At that moment, she wondered what he sensed. She doubted that there was more to her than she showed, yet it was always subject to change. For instance, when she felt his greed, something that made her wonder if there was more to the bond than she knew, and if she somehow fell into his trap, a moment of doubt could be sensed. Then, when the children cried, the doubt was replaced by a flash of disgust. Although she was a blind killer in the battle between the ship guards and her crew, she would never kill a person that did not represent a threat to her, even less a child. Dismissing the sensations, she stood up, the deal sealed by the exchange of blood and now closed to negotiations. The certitude that he wouldn't kill her appeared, the woman dismissing every fear and worry that filled her mind. At that point, all was left within her was the hunger for the power she knew would soon come and a certain triumph since she was certain that she was the first one to survive and encounter with the demon. Without him speaking she knew that Torean was back in control. ''Soon,'' she replied, glancing at the hole in the boards covering the windows, trying to figure out the time. Her sailors were most likely in a tavern somewhere yet she told them to return before the clocks hit midnight. The ship was to leave before dawn and she wanted the men to sober up and prepare for a long, hard journey. The ship was already provisioned for a month or two, and that was more than enough considering that they would likely meet a few ships along the route. ''I have some business to attend to,'' she stated, figuring out the accommodations for the male. She most certainly couldn't allow him to roam her ship, prone to blood lust. Wiping her blood from the blade before returning by her side, she looked around. ''Gather your things and such, and meet me at the docks in forty minutes,'' she simply said, turning around to quickly leave the house. The moment she left the house, she felt her oppressed lungs expand, filling up with the clean oxygen. People passing by glanced at her with fear in their eyes, attempting to figure out what kind of a monster she had to be to leave the place alive. Merely smirking, she strolled down the road. In the forty minutes she had to check several things - whether or not the ship was clean, whether the provisions were in place and whether everyone was on board. Reaching the docks, she quickly found her ship. It was imposing and large, the black sheets replaced by white ones with a crest on them. It was the only memory of her family she kept, dismissing most of them as they were a weakness and she wasn't meant to have any. The ship was in an excellent shape, and upon her first steps on the forecastle deck she could see that the cleaning was well done. Making sure everything was in order, she reached her quarters, sizing them up. They were fairly large, consisting of a room that was big enough to form two. A treasure chest stood in the middle, yet it was merely filled with clothes and jewelry along with a few curious things she liked to keep for herself. The true treasures filled another room that was well hidden under the lowest floor. She searched through it, finding a large white sheet in it made of linen. Attaching it in the middle of the room, she sighed, realizing that it only filled a part of it. Ordering a bed to be brought, she made sure that it has been nailed to the floor properly before finally acquiring a satisfied grin. She then left the ship once again to get to their meeting at the docks, waiting next to a small wooden pole. She pondered about the night's events, curious about the reception her men would grant him and the man's story. He intrigued her a lot more than she though he could.