Maiden's mind echoed with her Captain's words, she was a target. An object to steal<span style="font-style: italic">"Just what I need"</span>she thought as her focus had been on gathering more knowledge on Atlantis. With a deep breath she let out a sigh, her hand clutching another of her pouches. Yelling an orders were being thrown around outside her presence would be needed. Placing the small leather pouch on the large mahogany desk. Quickly she scrawled a message to her Captain.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"> Captain, if ever ye be near death take this remedy it may keep you from davy jones, <br/>Maiden</span></div><br/><br/>Leaving the note an leather pouch behind her she made her way onto the deck following the movements of men an noise. As she came out to see the sky above something or someone plummeted through the sails landing hard into the deck.<br/>"Damn" she cursed as she pushed others from her path as she came upon a man all dressed in black in feathers. The figure laid face down at first glance he looked a giant bird. But regardless of his looks he was on this ship so he was her responsibility. With that she knelt at his side shooing her crew mates away.<br/><br/>Her hands looking over the man's face his features sharp, but it seemed the fall had stunned him. As her hands explored looking for damage she ran across many thing's. But what he held on him was not her concern. her hands on his face watching his eyes. "Can ye speak? I can only fix ye, if ye speak" she said her lips tight. If he had been from her crew this examination would have been a bit different. But again this was not the case.<br/><br/>Her mind began to wonder was this a man from the rottsman? Had he been thrown over? she gulped at the thought. She was a target, what would this crazed man do to her? If he did this to his own crew she shivered at the thought. Releasing another of her small pouches of herbs she added a shot of ale mixing it quickly. It's contents swirling together her hand lifting the dark feathered man. The pouch raised to his mouth "Drink, it will get ye moving proper" she said gingerly making him drink her remedy. After all was either swallowed or laid upon the deck she laid him back down her eyes watching to see any signs of improvement. Occasionally her gaze would search for her Captain.