Aris rose from the murky darkness of the hold, dejected, for she found neither of her blades. "Those acursed pirates..." she growled to herself, when she heard the captian call out for her. He seemed somewhat amused, as if he had expected her to go looking for her things. She walked over, wondering if he wanted her to do some more mundane things, like watch paint dry.<br/><br/>He mentioned her maybe bringing siblings aboard and she shook her head. She had been an only child, and even if she wasn't, she wouldn't be so irresponsible as to bring a bunch of little kids aboard a flying pirate ship, even if it was to get them out of the hell-fire the town was under.<br/><br/>"There weren't any others, which is good. I would be far less impressed with you if a whole flock of you had snuck aboard. Then I would just be angry with the crew. And with the Crow, because people sneaking aboard a ship seem to be the fault of the watchman not watching enough. He does that, you see," Rotter pointed to Ganelon, who was already half-way up the rat-lines with a grin on his face.  "He's not looking at the horizon at all. I would talk to him about it if it mattered even slightly."<br/><br/>Out of nowhere, the captian asked her if she could sew. She had done some samplers with her mother back in Greenport, but that wasn't the best sewing the world had seen. "Can you even make socks out of silk?" She asked, but was ignored. He mentioned, as casually as he could, that if she made socks, she would stay alive for a bit longer.<br/><br/>As she thought of her circumstances, the captian was shouting to the crew. Aris turned to him to ask something, but she was faced with a peculier sight; the captian was holding his breath. She stared at him as his cheeks turned red, then purple, and he looked like he would burst. Suddenly, her feet began to leave the wooden planks of the ship. She let out a shout of surprise and saw the ship was going into a nose-dive. The captian drew breath again and the ship began to rise to its original alititude.<br/><br/>She clutched a nearby barrel, hoping it would keep her down, when she heard the captian start talking to her again. "Yeah, so, you're free to walk around this ship as you please. You can cook our food and everything, because I think you have enough of a survival instinct not to hurt me. That is also why I will give you back your curved swords. You'll need them to protect yourself, and I don't fear you stabbing, or, I guess they are more suitable for slicing, me. They are in my private quarters; you can come get them when you bring me dinner. If you are going to temporarily join this crew, then I will need to know your name. Because of your job I will give you the moniker "Needle Fingers" and then what your name is. Or maybe "Sock-Hand Jill" provided your name is Jill. Is it Jill? Anyway, tell me when you bring me dinner."<br/><br/>He turned to his crew and barked orders to Napoli, even though they were already on course. Aris got up, somewhat shaken from the turn of events, and let out a sigh of relief. Clearly, the captian would make use of her as long as she kept making him socks. "What a silly thing to keep me alive with." she muttered as she tried to figure out where the kitchen was on the Rotsman.