Jesus
Fransiscus Dwyer 
On the Tidesplitter

"Right!" Fransiscus said as he shut the ledger. With a wide clap of the book's covers and the ink on his pen dried off on his sleeve, he had logged the words into the ship's records:

*"Boarded; eve of the twenty third of the second month of the year's fourth quarter: Xin Tigerson. Rescued from Xandrian slaver. Note: lone survivor, half-mad, and in poor condition."*

With a gesture of whose lexicon was to the crew and their captain, almost an entirely different language between them, Fransi sent for Scroggs to prepare his office and check up on the four cabin boys who were preparing the lodging for Xin. As for the rest of the way to Windrip, Fransi felt the need- as if it where his own responsibility and no one else, to inform, at the very least, Mr. Tigerson of at least the barest finery and graces.

"Well, Mr. Tigerson. You'll soon be a member of civilized society," Fransi said to him. "Which means you'll be living close to people, at least for the most bit, who will not hurt you as long you will not hurt them. You need not tell them of this, for that is what civilized society means: everyone understands not to hurt anyone else..." Fransi explained. It was not as if he was explaining things to a child or a savage, but merely just reminding someone of things that madness might have leeched from their memory. 

Fransi had thought that since Xin, having been found on a Xandrian slaver, was from Xandria and posited that though Xandria is a filthy, crime ridden realm of thieves and hooligans- it was still a society of some sort, a society that must have imparted some sense of social contract in the then young and still untainted Xin Tigerson. If he was in fact, not Xandrian, and of some island tribe of educated savages, then the explanation should as well suffice for now.

"You'll be a citizen, Mr. Tigerson." Fransi said. "There are laws, prefects, and social norms to protect you..." Fransi explained.

Then almost absent-mindely, he reached out his hand to shake that of Xin's. He didn't notice that he had offered his hand to a raving madman, it was just out of sheer habit. But when he realized it that very moment, he was far too scared to retract it, fearing he might offend Mr. Tigerson.
Lesia
Xin Tigerson
On the Tidesplitter

Protect? Social? Civilized? These were words he did not exactly understand, protect meant something like fight someone else for someone else. Social was something about groups of humans. And civilized was absolute nonsense, even the basics didn't make sense. Again though, this was not his territory, so he would follow his rules so long as he was here.

The man did that thing that so many people do, he extended his hand. They like touching eachother, grasping hands and hugging. So much like monkeys that climb from tree to tree, clinging and grabbing eachother.

But. 

Capitulation is the name of the game, so he rose to his full height from his sprawled position. Not even reaching the full center of the man's chest, but Xin's shoulder width was considerably wider than his. He extended one of his enormous python like arms towards Fransiscus' own.

When he clasped the man's hand the veritable giant would feel the absurd grip and tough leatheriness of hands that had been used to walk, fight tigers and hunt wild game. As soon as he grasped it though, he released it and dropped back down onto all fours.

"Where do I sleep?" He asked, glad that the captain had not attempted to punish his fury towards his subordinate and attempting to move the topic as quickly from that moment as possible.
Jesus
Fransiscus Dwyer
Aboard the Tidesplitter

Fransiscus was delightfuly surprised when Xin shook his hand and retracted it after a brief clasp. It showed, at least to him, the barest vestige of mutuality. Xin then asked for his lodging, and it struck Fransi that his guest must have been rather tired for him to inquire about it. A quick gesture into the air and another quick gesture in response to him from the other side if the ship translated into an exchange that meant that Xin's lodging was ready.

"Well, we are on the flagship right now and we are rather full, so I had arranged for you to stay in a furnished store room. You'll have a hay mattress and provisions to see you through the night without developing the urge to wake up and raid the larder..." Fransi explained. "We expected a skirmish when we heard reports of slavers terrorizing one of our islands. A couple of recon dinghies confirmed that the Xandrian slaver we had just left was the only one around, though..."

They had only been a few yards away from the slaver when a floating pyre and a few men on rafts with torches set the vessel ablaze. The hull caught on fire and soon enough, it engulfed the mast and sails. When they had reached a distance in where the horizon seemed to cosume the vessel, only the lower half of the ship was left. It then capsized and sank into the depths, the charred and glowing red if the smoledring hull was quenched in the deep icy waters. 

"I hope you left nothing of value in that ship..." Fransi told Xin as he led him to his lodging. "We could've salvaged that ship for parts, but just as it is bad omen to make your house from wood

Planks used to seal coffins, it is bad omen to salvage the final resting place of those poor souls. In cremating the ship, we cremate them. I'd find it to be most cruel *Not* To dessecate their bodies in flames before having them fall into the sea. At least when they're all flesh and bone, they'll rest peacefully without the bottom scavengers bothering them..."