Wayne
Captain Salim
Slave Warehouse by the Sea

Compassionate person? He read wrong entirely. Salim loved his people but this wasn't an act of compassion. This was an act of him standing by his principles for his own reasons. As such the poor elf boy fucked up just a tiny bit when he got close to the captain.

Salim would give him an odd look. How in the sea mothers left foot did he get this close to him? Someone wasn't doing their job correctly. Either way he saw that the thing looked kinda like a kid so he wouldn't kill him... But there still had to be punishment for touching him.

Naesala would be hit off, his face turning and his body thrown back from a powerful backhand. **"Stay on deck if you want boy, but touch me again and I'll feed you to begum,"** He growled out as he kept calling out numbers, getting people to fire.
Samuel
Naesala Iarzana
Captain Salim's Ship

Compassionate my ass. That was what the elf had thought as he giggled once more, dodging the hit that was sent to his face by leaning back. By the way he moved, it was definitely by natural reflex due to the number of abuse he had went through with his previous masters.

He rolled to the back by a few feet, still snacking on the apple as he ignored the threat, acting like an oblivious lunatic. A pirate was still a pirate he thought, the least he could do was go around with his act while not causing trouble to the leader.

"Aye aye, Mous Mous!!"

The same childlike tone was heard from the young adult elf as he giggled once more, now standing up and climbing up the ropes to get a better view of the fight, clearly having no sense of safety can be seen as his hair was blown back by the wind.
Wayne
Captain Salim
The Siren

Within an hour, the place was ransacked. The soldiers who refused to surrender were fed to begum, while those who surrendered were strapped to the mast, to be marooned at worst and dropped off on an island at best.

Meanwhile the slaves were given three ships, the three that had survived anyway. Salims flag was hanging off each one, marking it as his property. Three captains from amongst the slaves were picked by vote, and they were each given one of the three ships and salims blessing. 

It was now up to
Steven
Zoe Piraino
Sol, Terresol

"Between you and me, I tended to spoil my kids a little bit here and there too." Zoe said thinking about her own experience as a governess. "What would you consider to be your greatest accomplishment as a governess?"
Joseph
Photine Harding
Sol, Terresol

Photine smiled, comforted that she wasn't the only one inclined to spoil children occasionally. She couldn't help herself, especially when the parents had been frequently absent. At the question, she appeared thoughtful for a moment before answering, "Well, I did teach them both how to read- something they took pride in. Although truly, the greatest accomplishment is seeing them flourish, in any way possible." 
She paused, glancing down at her hands, "It was a pleasure to watch Astrin and Leon grow. They were wonderful boys."
Samuel
Naesala Iarzana
The Siren

He had expected his acceptance would not be easy and mused from that. He hung himself upside down from the shroud, his hair blown wildly around him as he let out a loud giggle, pointing at the workers that were caught while sticking his tongue out at them.

He giggled again as he swung himself off, catching onto a rope where he used it to climb onto the mast. His agility and flexibility now proven. He was running about like a child, jumping off the mast and grabbing hold of the rope.

Swinging through the air, he was quite a distance away from the workers that were tied to the mast yet he had no trouble seeing them as clear as the sun in the sky. Being 112 feet away from them while up in the air, he threw the dagger right at the worker who whipped him.

The worker let out a sharp cry when the blade landed right on his chest, just above his heart by an inch. Naesala did bear a grudge but he wasn't sure if he could kill the man so he decided a near death would be good enough.

He slide down the rope and landed gracefully onto the deck, a jovial smile on his face as he skipped to the captain as if he had not just attempted murder on the man. He stood a distance away from the man and tilted his head.

"Did I do good?"

He was asking like a child expecting a reward from the parent, keeping his act up real good as he laughed once more while spinning around on his feet.