Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the northern shore

This human truly intrigued the shifter. Ymara was speaking to her like a friend and now she was discussing with Cecilia whether or not they should kill the Captain. She thought it would be *Fun*? Every time this female spoke, Cecilia felt herself becoming more comfortable around her compared to most other humans she had met in her life. There were only a few she could tolerate and only one she was able to befriend. "Honestly? I suck at making up names. Bella is a shortened version of Arabella, which is my birth name so I'm not imaginative when it comes to that."

She was about to question her on her comment but was disrupted when the wall revealed a small passage. This ship was definitely full of tricks and the way Ymara gaped at the sudden passage, Cecilia could only assume one thing. "I'm guessing you don't know about that?"
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

Ymara blinked and stuttered out, "Of c-course I did, isn't that what all walls do?" Damn it, even when she was surprised she apparently couldn't keep the sarcasm from coming on strong. 
Nervously, she backed up, instinctively moving closer to the only other human-like person in the room. For some odd reason - she wasn't able to pinpoint it exactly, at least not yet - some kind of bond had formed between the two of them. If it was the adrenaline, the fighting, the eerie taste for bringing sleazy people to justice... She didn't know. Somehow she liked it even more because of that.

"So, I should just go for, say: Braveblade? Knock-your-head-in?". Whip in hand Ymara crept forward. "I feel a sudden need to explore. Join me? If we really want to do this, it's best to know as much as we can about this ship."
Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Brindelle 
The Shoreline 

"Cecilia, I can assure you that I had no clue as to what you meant, for I am not a mutt, such as yourself. *Therefore*, I am incapable of thinking like one," He said over the roar of the waves that crashed to the shore. Their hair was whipped wildly by the salty winds that were carried off the ocean. In the distance, the terrifying silhouettes of the towering stone statues that rose straight from the waters loomed, frozen in offensive stances designed to frighten those who dared sail to their shores. Six statues, for six gods. Heath scoffed in their direction. 
"I've never seen you swim. Thankfully, we aren't joined at the hip and I was wondering if you finally learned during our considerable time apart from each other," He said, flicking her forehead. He wondered if she even maintained feeling in her head after the frostbite. From the snowbank. In which he froze her head. He laughed at her comment about Cleburn. 
Had she asked, he would have assured her that he *Had* Leaked that information to the public long ago. 
"Would you like to learn now?" He asked, leading them closer to the angry waters. "How to swim, that is?"
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah 
Brindelle 
The Shoreline

"Asshole. I'm glad we aren't because you would drive me insane." She growled out softly as she rubbed her forehead. More insane than she already was. As they neared the water, her eyes narrowed towards the back of Heath's head, suspicious of what he had planned. "If you plan on drowning me, I *Will* Return to filling your house with rodents and reptiles." Even though he was her closest friend, she wouldn't hesitate in making his life a living hell for her own amusement, let alone payback.
"Is learning to swim necessary?" She questioned while looking towards the statues. Were *They* Necessary? She always doubted the gods existed, assuming they were made up by royals as an attempt to control their subjects. 
She walked close enough towards the shore for the water to lap at her feet, rising towards her ankles before returning back to the ocean. The waves made her nervous. The way they had the ability to grow taller than herself during periods of time. However, she would rather be out here with Heath than back in the tavern where there was most likely a brawl occurring.
Frank
"I'd say it's very necessary. You like provoking pirates. What if one day they have you walk the plank? You could shift into one of your bigger forms, like that awful horse, to break your bonds, but what would become of you after that? You'd sink to the bottom of the sea ," Heath said, matter-of-factly. "It also wouldn't kill you to take a leisurely swim once in a while. You'd smell better." He taught his son how to swim when he was just three years of age. He figured Cecilia had about the same level of brain development, so it could not have been an impossible task.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Brindelle 
The Shoreline

"I'd kill them before they had the chance. Otherwise I would fly because I *Do* Have a bird form." She replied simply with a shrug. However, the alcoholic had a point. "And I haven't provoked a pirate in months. What makes you think I will start doing that now?" Cecilia asked, not realising that in a few weeks, she would be doing exactly that. Cecilia reached to the hem of her shirt before she began to peel it off her body, undressing herself so her clothes wouldn't become drenched. They were the only clothing she had in her possession and she didn't plan on walking around in soaked clothing for the rest of the day. Plus she knew her nudity made Heath feel uncomfortable so that was another reason. 
Once bare, the shifter turned around for a split second to throw her clothes onto the sand before once again facing the ocean. Taking a few steps further into the water, the cool liquid began to rise to her knees as small bumbs began to form, covering her body. It was bloody freezing.
Richard
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith 
Brindelle, Northshore

The inn that Daemon had taken him to had ended in chaos. He'd not meant to start a brawl, and even after it had started, he couldn't figure a way to finish it. He wasn't a fighter at all, but Daemon had that glint in his eyes of joy that only a man who loved chaos could have. Fists were one thing, but the moment the man pulled a blade, accusing Mikhail of _somehow_ cheating the dice in his favor, he'd panicked. He'd tried to pull Daemon away, but a swing of the blade towards them both and something _clicked_ in his mind. 

A split second had passed before he found himself landing blows he'd never thrown before. His mind fogged, seeing red for the duration of the brawl. A good hit had the blade lodged into his shoulder, his bad one -of course, and the smell of blood filled the inn along with the piss ale that everyone had been suffering through. 

It had flipped a switch, and before he knew it the man was dead beneath him, and all he could taste was blood in his mouth. Daemon had pulled him off the bastard, but the moment Daemon gasped out a _"What the hell _ are _ you?"_ he was gone. 

He didn't know, he'd been looking for the question for that for almost a year now. And to find it in the form of a mouthful of blood in a tavern on the outskirts of Astoria was just _perfect._ 

Their horses were tied, and he took his, turning it North and heading towards the only other man he knew who _might_ have any firsthand idea of what was happening to him.