Captain Noir marched back and forth between all three ships, commanding his sailors as he wished. The merchant ship had a smaller quantity of loot than he thought it would have - although, he presumed the loot was far more valuable than he could grasp. There were some obvious luxuries he could understand, such as silk, spice, satin, and gold. There were the slaves, which, depending on their talents, might fetch a high price, though they would not be marked as "slaves" in the kingdom of Weiss. Other luxuries, he couldn't quite understand. One bit of cargo was a barrel of sheep droppings that hung from the rafters of the storage, which upon closer inspection seemed to be shaped like beans. A touch revealed it was rather solid, instead of crumbly or soft as he initially surmised. He decided to leave it for the King to figure out what it was - it would be stupid to dispose of unknown goods.<br/><br/>He kept the items on the merchant ship where they were, moving instead only the rations found aboard. The rations aboard the merchant ship interested him - similar to the sort he had on his own ship, but made out of different ingredients. Juice made of orange rather than Weiss lime. Meat with a smoky, sweet aroma. He moved these rations to the<i>The Siren, </i>where most of his men were concentrated. Twenty-eight men in all excluding the Captain, the rations would help them last comfortably back to Weiss. Of course, he would feed the slaves as well - less than his men, however.<br/><br/>Once he was certain that all was fine, he commanded that the ships pull anchor and sail once more. Command of each ship was divided, with<i>The Siren</i>in the lead. They would be heading back to Weiss. The Captain was on<i>The Siren,</i>retiring to his cabin to assess his charts, maps, and loot. He rested in the mahogany desk chair, recording numbers down. For a while he continued at this, before finally finishing all of his writing, save for one thing that he desired to more about. He climbed out of his chair and exited the cabin, calling to one of his men to bring up each slave, one by one, so he could speak to them.<br/><br/>For a while the brig was silent, save for the splashing of the waves against the sides of the ship. It was hot and humid - almost as if the ship were a moving sauna. Some pirates had come and gone, transporting barrels of food down to storage. It was like that for a few hours - until the sailor commanded by the Captain came down and unlocked the brig's rusted iron gate, escorting slaves up one at a time and bringing them back down once the Captain was finished with them. Altair was the last of the slaves to be chosen, with the pirate grabbing hold of his arm and dragging him up the stairs and onto the wet deck. By time it was Altair's turn, the sun had already began to set, with crimson and orange hues staining the sky. The pirate pushed him into the captain's cabin, closing the door.<br/><br/>Captain Noir sighed, rubbing the middle of his forehead in mild frustration. "By the Gods, you slaves are like mutton sheep. Old and slow, and obedient to boot. The only worth any of you have is being turned into unholy stew." he scoffed. He gestured to one of two chairs situated before his desk for Altair to sit on, midnight eyes observing his movement. "Tell me of your worth and the worth of the others. I grow tired of listening to slaves who speak with flowery phrases that mean nothing."