Ikol was glad Kona agreed on her decision about how the man who killed Ian should die. She saw him a month before that day and she remembered how he looked. Shaggy hair, eyes like a sentry that was ever watchful, pale skin, slightly matted uniform from being at sea, a thin frame, bony fingers, and dead expression. He looked like he was scared of something but also on the lookout for something. Ian never talked to their family or anyone who spoke to him, he'd just act like he didnt notice like his soul was gone. Though when he came to her while she was tending to one of the animals he spoke in the quietest tone she ever heard, it scared her but he said he was not feeling well, that the crew he had been with had some sickness for a while.Â<br/><br/>Ikol sighed, her brother had told her he would be fine and one day they'd have a more exciting life. Could he have seen this? Her being a pirate? Or living an adventure? Soon as she was up on the hill the girl waited for Kona, "I bet if Ian was around... He'd disagree to what I am yet accept it. He never really enjoyed his life." she said before wrinkling her nose, "I bet riding will make me feel better."<br/><br/>Tes was thoroughly loving Miro's actions, he was interesting. He chuckled and smiled, "Well let's hope he ain't be late righ'?" he then began to walk off with Miro attached to his front. Though he did hear the growl an he kept quiet, "I wounder what Rat be cookin' today."