<span style="font-style: italic">Blacksmith was and had always been on the ship since before Tes joined. Maybe before the captain before him he had been there. Blacksmith was the only actual "smart" one who was a life sized marionette... other than the Loki/Ikol and the forth. Sure Blacksmith was odd in his own right but no one knew mechanics like he did. Tes trusted him even if he had a nail in his skull. Butcher was skittish and hid from people because he was more of a Ghoul looking person. Now... the forth one Tes rarely saw but he was the only one who's actions spoke for him. He smelled and looked like the ocean spat him out to give him new life. Perpetually wet and always looking dirty he was a strange one. Lost in thought Tes jumped at hearing his own name and blinked looking to Miro, "Oh, hello." he smiled and sat on a crate. Secretly glancing at the holes. Curious on why they were there.</span><br/><br/>Ikol was glad to be back on the sand, she was tired now. Sitting there she smiled and looked up to him, "Thanks. I can't wait though... I am going to be glad I can swim. Maybe later try asking Rat to teach me to dive." she then looked to the water. She could already see the small signs for a storm. Standing she looked to him, "I'm gonna go to bed after drying off." she smiled and stretched. IN a few days the storm would be well into it and a good point for them to shove off from port. She smiled and looked out to the sea once last time. Almost like she was waiting for something then left for her cabin.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The storm hit hard on the outside of the cove after two days. Tes and most of the crew were getting ready to sail already and the storm was worse by the day before they planned to leave. It was midnight and the lightning made it look like it was day. At the bottom of the cove though something woke up. The dirt sand shifted and a hand, bony and whole pushed up and gripped onto a chain that was attached to the docks far over to the left. The hand tensed as it began to heave upwards and soon a body lifted up and out to stand in the depths of the cove swaying lightly. Looking up the figure's blackish green eyes stared up to the bottom of the ship. It was completely whole, no rot or anything. It was as if it was part of the sea, untouched and perfectly kept preserved. The outfit the figure wore was a naval officer's; a bullet hole was in it's forehead sealed over with a smooth stone that was level with his skin.<br/><br/>Vanishing as it went dark the male was then crawling up onto the dock, dripping wet and looking like he had been tossed and churned in dirty waters. Standing he swayed and blinked, his green almost black hair still dripping, he looked around and went onto the ship. Finding Tes in his cabin he leaned on the door, "Tes..." the man muttered, still dripping water - but lightly. Tes looked up from the mast and blinked, his old friend... still the same as when he died. He was shocked but went over to him, "Ian... how?"<br/>"Down with Navy. Remember?" Tes blinked and hugged his friend. The one he watched get shot, "How did you live.. Ian your sister she misses you."<br/>"The sea protected me and let me live - I'm a Marionette remember. I wanted to see my friend again. May I stay on the ship for a while?" Tes smiled and smacked his back. Nodding at the man, "So you go a Marionette name?"<br/>"Navy." Tes nodded. He then left the navy officer and went to get the final things done. Leaving Navy to explore.</span>