Captain Noir unshackled the other prisoners, until all were unbound. "Up those stairs to my men." he said, pointing at the stairs behind him. He listened quietly to the steps of the slaves heading to the stairs in a line, and the advice the slave was trying to convey. Although, he didn't care. The Captain was already guaranteed a sizable reward upon his return to Weiss.<br/><br/>He stared at the long arms of Altair, before unsheathing his cutlass to slice off the rope. The rope fell to the ship floor with a soft thud. "Duly noted, slave." he stated. "I know little of your slave customs and even less of who you are. But I mislike your tone. Learn the customs I follow before you find yourself bruised and bloody." He grasped his arm with a firm pressure, guiding him towards the stairs. He let the slave go when they were on the deck, which was soiled by numerous fresh blood pools. "Watch your step, won't you? You'll sell less if you are bruised and broken." The merchant boat was sandwiched by two boats - one another merchant ship, the other a war galley. Long, wide boards allowed men to easily traverse between each ship.<br/><br/>The Captain gestured for his men to escort the slaves back to the main ship. Some men stayed on the ship, in order to assess and command the ship.<br/><br/><i>The Siren </i>was the name of the main ship. Sleek and long, it was a fast warship that could catch fleeing merchant ships, while at the same time it could handle hits from more bold ships. Captain Noir gestured towards<i>The Siren,</i>staring at Altair. "That is where you shall be staying. In the brig." he explained. "You're a smart slave, yes? You don't need any of my men to go there yourself." He turned his attention to his men, who were running around to pillage and loot the ship.