Maiden's eyes had been fixed on her patient, given her no way to protect or prevent her capture. White tattered bandages scooped her up. Binding her arms close to her body unable to move. Maiden cursed an yelled but to no prevail. Her eyes beheld her Captain shoot her captor who could be none other then the Captain Rotter. But even damaged an hurt only her Captain had been able to free herself. The bindings so tight she could barely breath. The whoosh of air hitting her hard<span style="font-style: italic">"When will it end?"</span>she thought to herself.<br/><br/>An just as the thought ran across her mind did the last jolt pass through her plopping her on to a deck that was not of her own. Eyes of men she did not know, a Captain not of her choosing. Maiden's teeth gritted together, she had been kidnapped. An not by an easy or orthodox way. She had been LITERALLY plucked from her ship an thrown to another. Like a fish thrown into a beasts belly.<br/><br/>The bandages cushioning her unorthodox entrance left her free from her captive bondage leaving her free. A heavy sigh exited her lips as she revealed in the air that passed back into her lungs, no longer constricted. Her breathes uneven shaken even as her eyes rose again to her captive life that had just begun. Her eyes narrowed on Rotter his frame still, to still. An then her trained eyes saw it the blood bandages seeped from there master. Her nose took in the fresh scent of blood She exhaled sharply getting to her feet.<br/><br/>The other's that called this ship there home tried to grab her, but with a glare an stern voice she stopped them in there tracks. "Ye Captain be injured. Keep ye hands to your self or see him die" she said her lips pursed together. Not knowing the weight of her words that she yelled to this crew, she went to the injured Captain. The blood had soaked a large portion of the bandages that  surrounded him. Quickly her hands an mind went to work.<br/><br/>No longer were her breaths short an erratic but steady an calm as her hands surveyed her captor, Dark thoughts began to cross her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">"I should just let him bleed out on his deck, in front of his bloody damnable crew"</span>but she pushed away the thought. If they thought she killed him they would throw her overboard doctor or not. Rotters arm was damaged but a superficially wound compared to the bullet wound to his shoulder. Bandages covered the damaged area trying to prevent him from bleeding out.<br/><br/>With a knife in hand she began to cut away the bandages soaked in Rotter's blood. But to her dismay more bandages  appeared. Again she cut, an again, an  again, an a few more again's. She was losing time, time she needed to keep this crazed deranged mad man of a Captain. "TO DAMNABLE HELL YOU BLOOD BANDAGES!" she yelled an cursed. This reaction rare for Maiden. But the pressure to save Rotter's life was getting heavier. "ONE OF YOU HAS TO KEEP HIS DAMN BANDAGES AT BAY SO I CAN KEEP HIM ALIVE!" she yelled. Hands with knives appeared. Maiden went to work  as soon as she cut through Rotter's coats ripping it away.<br/><br/>Her eyes only fixed on the bullet wound. She could tell it was deep, of course it would be a bastard an be embedded deep in Rotter's flesh. "This will not be pleasant Rotter, for ye or for me self." she said not looking to see if Rotter was listening. As long as he was breathing she could focus on the bastard of a bullet. An without warning her knife dug into Rotter's flesh searching for it's metal target. After some moving an a few more curses she found the bullet. With tweezers she pulled the bullet out the no longer circular bullet dropped into her hand covered in Rotter's blood.<br/><br/>An that's when something happened, her trained eyes catching it quickly. Rotter's breathing slowed an for a mere second it stopped. Maiden's eye's widened, could this really be happening? After all that work, after all that pressure. This crazed man was going to give in, an go to Davy Jones? After all she had done.<span style="font-style: italic">"Like hell your dying"</span>she thought. But something far graver then the Rotter dying happened. The Rotsman began to descend in not in a gently low. More like don't wet yourself kind of fall.<br/><br/>Quickly the names the legends they all made since about this crazed man. She had never put any of it to memory thinking it a fools myth an  a man's tales of too much ale. But here it was happening. Rotter dead equals they all died, Rotter alive meant the ship discontinued its current course of action. So with her movements she meant to bring Rotter back to save him from death. A pouch pulled from her bag this one different from the rest, dyed in red. "If this doesn't bring you back nothing will" she said more to herself then anyone else.<br/><br/>With the ship shaking an the wind bashing things around it was a miracle she was able to mix the remedy that could bring Rotter from death. Quickly she poured it down his throat watching it pass his lips. Next her hands went to stop the bleeding securing it tightly keeping him from infection if he lived. If they all lived. All she could do now was wait, wait an see if Rotter would awaken. To wait an see if they would all live to see another sunrise.