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

There was a bit of surprise in response to what she said when she turned to him, so wrapped up in shushing the thing babbling crazily in his ear, he'd momentarily forgotten about the bond they shared. Knowing that she could probably sense what was happening to him right now offered about as little comfort as her actual words did. Yeah, great. But I have to put up with this shit until then, he thought to himself as the demon wailed particularly loud. Not for the first time he felt doubt about his decision to join her crew. Things had been so much easier in the city. Sure, it had been a never ending cycle that probably would have eventually consumed him completely, but he'd had food whenever he wanted it, and there had been no rules constraining him. And best of all, he'd been alone. But that was all just a wistful memory now as he watched the ship start to drift speedily away from the dock. The demon continued to froth and gnash it's teeth ineffectually inside him, trying to take control of his body but slamming against a wall every time. It's intent of course was to kill every living thing on the ship if it were to get free, but the oaths Torean had swore to, blocked the thing and made it practically powerless. And that enraged the beast immensely. The more it found itself tied and restrained the more pissed it got, it's voices ringing inside Torean's skull like some maddening music. But somehow it was a bit of a relief for him. Normally, if he wanted to control the demon or stop it from coming out, he had to wrestle with it mentally, his will forcing against it to try and keep it locked inside. With the binding of the pledges he'd made, it was no effort on his part keeping the demon under control and despite the ungodly noise it made in his head, it was somewhat relaxing not having to fight with it for once. The only problem was, what it felt, he felt. So, the pressing need of it's hunger weighed down on him as well. Roused from his thoughts once more by the Captain speaking to him, he answered as he followed her. Meat, he said curtly, walking along behind her. Raw. But yes, I do prefer to eat human flesh and blood. As he passed by a sailor at that moment, the man gave him an odd look when he heard those words. Torean made a threatening gesture at him before sneering and continuing to follow Desiree. Entering behind her, he glanced around the room, taking in everything with a quick sweep of his eyes. The men he instantly identified from the night before, their faces popping up in memory next to the designated body parts that would be most enjoyable to consume--there was muscled arms that would be savory to rip to shreds there was strong back that would be delicious to break there was wide blue eyes that would be so tasty to rip out of his skull. The demon rattled against it's internal cage as each came to mind and he felt that pressure building inside when the oaths were threatened to be broken. But it was only a passing second that all of this occurred and in a flash it was gone as his eyes took in the rest of the men's appearances, staring blankly as he tried not to focus on their individual parts. He listened to her speak as she took a seat at the table, as he remained standing beside it. The job she described was left vague, but it didn't sound like he'd be doing too much labor so he was happy about that. Alright, he muttered with a nod of his head, glancing around the room again uninterestedly. Then his gaze came back to her at her request. He couldn't help but smile meanly as he thought it over. Of course, wasn't that always the way? He should have suspected with a woman for a Captain, she'd treat the men like husbands she could spruce up and order around. Make them all look neat and presentable, trying to change the men from the savage animals they were into her version of 'decent' warriors. And now he was apart of it too. He thought about refusing, but it amused him that she thought she could make him into one of her little pets too. He'd show her eventually it didn't matter what he looked like on the outside, he was still a scraggly, dirty monster on the inside. If she wanted to play this little game of keeping up false appearances, then fine he'd go along. Afterall, her disappointment when he failed to meet such expectations would be delectable. Sure, why not? he said in a haughty tone as he took a seat at the table, just a chair away from her. Afterall, I'm part of your perfect crew now aren't I...Captain? The belated show of respect was only after Torean remembered the other men in the room and it was offered only semi-apologetically.