John
Captain Salim
Just off the Northern Shore

Oh lord. She had hit one of his personal triggers. He hated being messed with in the head. He'd killed witches for less. His mind was his own, and no one elses. He gritted his teeth and hit himself in the side with the pommel of the sabre, hard enough to make a noise. Then again. **"Skank's screaming. Sweet Ocean Mother... A head of gold for whoever shuts her up!"** Words were hard with the screaming resounding in his skull, so he forced himself to make small sentences.

More Chains would be thrown on her, binding her tight. They weren't trying to kill her. THat much was sure atleast. However the wayfor the final blow, to knock her out was open, to be taken by Ymara if she wanted it. There were plenty who would take it if she didn't. A whole head of gold!

Internally Salim was plotting bloody violence upon this filthy witch... Before a calmer mind prevailed. THere was an opportunity for profit here. Like always. All he had to do was grab it... And make the skank stop screaming!
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

Ymara bit her lip, hoping that the pain would clear her head, bring her back to reality. A small, practically nonexistent part of her brain marvelled at the scene in front of her. No amount of literature or sailors tales could've prepared her for that. 

A sardonic grin on her face, she strode forward, careful to avoid the snapping teeth and screeching fingernails. She didn't care much about the reward, no. The true reward was, and had always been - the adrenaline surging through her veins, just as it did now. Blood dripped onto her linen shirt. To any onlooker she looked like a maniac - well, so did everyone else on this ship. 

By now, she's reached the creature, who looked more like a wounded animal then anything else. 
"Hello sweetheart. It's time to hit the sack, well, wood - if I'm being realistic."
Quick as lightening, she turned her dagger around, pulled her knee up and let both muscle and pommel clash on the creature's head and chin respectively. Ymara used the creature's stunned state to her advantage, stuffing the blade between her own teeth, she used both her hands to clash against her ears, hoping the shatter the 'Skanks" Eardrum.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah 
Just off the Northern shore

Her brows furrowed as she continued to narrow her eyes towards the soldier, her screaming continuing while she watched him suffer under her torment. It almost brought a smirk to her pale lips until more chains began to wrap around her, causing her voice to silence temporarily. Unfortunately for the soldier, it didn't last long as she once again began to scream in his head. The shifter had been tortured many times with silver, increasing her tolerance for pain which she was able to use to her advantage. 

She could feel her screams growing weak as the silver worked its way further into her bloodstream, her eyes lining with red from the force she used to keep their minds linked while struggling to escape her bounds. 

Once she heard the female's voice, Cecilia did her best to ignore the female, continued to focus on the soldier in front of her. Her focus was short lived as her voice left the soldier's mind when the female began digging the end of her blade into her head. Eventually, the shifter felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as her snarling ceased, falling unconscious due to her injuries and the final blow. She was now in a fragile state as her body laid limp against the wooden floor of the deck. If she were to wake, the shifter would suffer a painful migraine from her shattered eardrums, unable to heal until she was released from the silver.
John
Captain Salim
Just off the Northern Shore

He pretty much just froze, unwilling or unable to take any further actions. Too loud... If he acted now, he'd probably end up sinking a blade into her neck. Which would make this whole fight into a loss. Instead, he waited for her to stop being so damn noisy before taking his next action.

The crew was baying for blood. She had killed their own, and this was usually a death sentence. Keyword Usually. Some of the veteran members of the crew knew better. Killing her accomplished nothing. The Captain would have something up his sleeve. He always did. Some way to make this into a profitable side thing, rather than it being nothing more than an attack on his ship. There was always a way, but the current consensus was slavery. Salim wasn't the biggest fan of slaves but he wasn't a freer. Very few people he got were sold into slavery, only for heinous crimes like the one just commited by the bird lady.

It'd take Salim a few minutes to regain control of his senses and get back to full cool thought. He sounded in pain, but much calmer as he relayed orders. **"Akkie, clean up the dead. Toruba pick up all the wounded and drop them in the sick bay. Ysmara and Real. Take her to your area, dress her up nice. Plenty of silver adornments, and a molten clasp bangle to each of her limbs so she can't take it off. Bring her to my private quarters after. Savvy?"** He clapped his hands and everyone went to their respective jobs while he took a seat back.
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Nothern Shore

Spitting out her dagger, Ymara replied with a grim "Aye, aye, captain." 
She didn't usually like hurting people but figured that what had to be done was necessary. Shooting a glance at Real, she jerked her head into the direction of the motionless figure on the floor, sprawled out in front of her. 
Picking up her blade again, she cleaned in on her tunic and strapped it back into its holster. Better be safe than sorry. 
"If she's anything like the sirens I've heard about, we better gag and blind her. We wouldn't want another *Incident*. She looked at the coat, now discarded on the floor. "This'll have to do. Wait up."

Ymara ripped strands of cloth from the coat, gagging the creature and pulling another strip over her eyes. 

"Let's do this, then." With another glance at Real, she untied the creature and hauled one half of her onto her shoulders, growling at her companion to do the same. Together, they went below deck, throwing her onto the wooden floor in one of the cells. Making sure that her chains were tight, Ymara sent her companion for the clothes and jewellery Salim had requested. Once in possession of the silk blue dress, Ymara glanced at Real, who whimpered. 
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. "Coward." Sighing, she pulled the dress over the creatures body, the silk rippling over her bones. "It's a shame, really:", she muttered, while pulling a silver necklace over her opponent's head. 
Once satisfied, she and Real set off to the Captain's quarters, chaining her again once there. 

Taking a deep breath, Ymara bellowed, "Salim, in here!"
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

Silver continued to spread through her veins as the chains dug into her paling skin, preventing the shifter from healing. She laid against the caged floor motionless, unconscious as her body attempted to heal around the tainted flesh while allowing her mind to rest. A passing eye would have thought she was dead if it wasn't for the faint rising of her chest. 

The silver jewellery that was forced on her corpse like body had already begun mark, the scarlet burns contrasting against her lightening skin, similar to an allergic reaction or a burn. Fortunately, the chains from before were no longer cutting into her skin as they were replaced with new ones once they had reached the Captain's quarters. This allowed her flesh to begin its healing process at a faster pace along with her damaged eardrums, her unconscious state assisting in her body's recovery.

The shifter had chosen the wrong ship to board and attack, a similar habit that tend to pattern her life along with her poor choices.
John
Captain Salim
Just off the Northern Shore

**"Ah... Sweet Abyss, don't call me that!"** His voice suddenly hit a panic filled high when he heard his name. This was the most emotion anyone (PCs atleast) would have heard from him, and he'd make a sign using his chopped off pinky, his pointer finger and his thumb, saying something quickly in arabic. **"Lass... You're new to the seas aren't you? It's bad luck to call your captain by his first name or without his title. Very Bad Luck. It's just Captain. Captain Al-Akari works as well. Just... Don't do it again,"** Like most sailors, Salim was *Very* Superstitious. 

He would then move aside to let the two in. **"Ymara. You are dismissed. You can either join us for dinner or enjoy the revels on the shore. Your call,"** He was perturbed by the bad luck put on by the usage of his name, but tried to hide it. Not too successful to say the least. 

**"Now... Good lady witchblood. If We could have your name? Ymara be a dear and ungag her. Unblind fold her as well. Tie her chain to the table but leave her hands be. She'll need to eat will she not?"** There was quite a feast on the table. A whole hog, untouched by Salim because of religion, with an apple in it's mouth was close to her along with a shark split clean in half. There were some seaweed salads on the side. On Salim's half of the table there was whale flipper fried, a sea leviathans head roasted, lamb shanks and a peacock. Clearly he had extravagant tastes.
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

Ymara grinned. "Will do, Captain. My apologies. I forgot you were superstitious folk. I swear on Sytheon that that won't happen again. If needed, I'll go up to the helm and unravel my female mysteries.", she chuckled. 

"If you'll allow me to advise you, Captain? I wouldn't remove the blindfold just yet. I may be wrong, but after what happened up there-", she gestured vaguely, before continuing, the taste of blood still in her mouth. She'd overdone it, as usual. 
"- I think at least part of her power stems from her eyes. One of us could feed her, if need be. Although I doubt that she'll be very cooperative..." 

That being said, Ymara took the chain into her hands and tied it swiftly onto the iron lever which was embedded in the wooden table. 
"Showoff...", she muttered affectionately as soon as her gaze fell onto the laden table. "Without asking, she took a seat next to the prisoner and bit into an apple she withdrew from her bag, using her other hand and a knive to draw one of the salads close.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

The shifter remained silent as she listened to the two converse with each other. She allowed the female to guide her as she had been blinded with cloth, sitting down when she felt the wooden seat against the back of her knees. Cecilia was still in a lot of pain from the jewels she was forced to wear but she could smell the feast that had been laid out on the table, that was enough to distract her mind as her stomach produced a loud growl. 

When the gag was removed from her mouth, Cecilia couldn't help the smirk that formed on her lips when Ymara suggested they keep the blindfold on. It amused her, the way she assumed it was her eyes that allowed her to speak into another's mind. 

"You're an observant one, aren't you?" She questioned, cocking her head slightly as she did so. Cecilia decided to play along with it, as it may become useful for the shifter if they weren't to know. "It makes me slightly glad that I didn't kill you, yet." It was surprising how cocky she sounded, seeing how she was chained, blinded and had silver jewels burning into her skin.

Now focusing on the 'Captain', the shifter questioned herself on whether or not she should hand her name to him. Considering the amount of bounties that we're placed on her head, she decided against it and went for a shortened version of her birth name. "Bella. And if you don't mind, the necklace is unnecessary and if your goal is for me to eat, it would be best to remove it." 

It was a lie when she mentioned how it would prevent her to eat. Cecilia wanted the necklace removed from her neck before it could cause a permanent scar in the shape of the necklace. She already had enough scarring on her body and didn't need this to be added to the collection. 

"You already have silver wrapped around my wrists, so it's quite pointless and if you do so, I promise to not say your name. I could smell the fear when Ymara spoke it."