Aris had woken to the sound of a young pup scrounging around for cannonballs and all he had found was the young lass, sleeping behind some barrels of gunpowder and crates. He grabbed her, who could hardly comprehend what was going on to even react to being dragged about by a greeny such as him. He brought her upstairs, and lead her towards the captian, all the way she was barking for him to release her and the like.<br/><br/>The captian didn't really notice the two until the young pirate said," We got a blin' pass'ger." The captian told him to give her some support, causeing Aris' face to turn bright red, not from embarassment of course, but from rage. "Now look here you slimy son of a blackfi-" the lad clamped a greasy hand over her mouth.<br/><br/>The captian quickly decided to throw her overboard like the remains of a cod dinner. Her face turned darker still as the captian began to contemplate whether or not he should throw her over, on account for the murderous crewmates he had sent below to do his dirty work.<br/><br/>He suddenly mentioned cooking, and her mouth began to water. All she had had was smelly old rum and weevil-filled bread to eat down in the hold, so a cooked meal, even one made by herself, sounded like heaven, even if it was to be shared with murderous, theiving pirates.<br/><br/>The Captian held out a bandage-wrapped hand and she shook it. Maybe, she figured, if I can get on his good side tonight, I might be able to keep myself from Davy Jones' locker a bit longer.