Fellybaâ€™s  bowed to her captain as he had given her orders, she was to look for the papers that were very dear to her Captain Rotter. Sheathing her obsidian cutlass as the chain shortened with a phantom like echo, her sterling eyes looked to the man and then the woman who he had been bartering with. For a moment she watched the two walk out, but soon lost interest. Her pale skin and sharp feminine features soon darkening into a black mist, shadow as she melded completely with the dark corners of Rotterâ€™s office.  The shadow now seemed to sigh as she left through the cracks in the floor and down back into the dark depths, now Rotter had said to kill anyone who held the papers. Pondering she thought upon his words and where she would find these pages, her eyes watched a few crewman sneak away with rum bottles, â€˜Petty thievesâ€™ she thought. As she was nothing more than a shadow upon the wall, stealth was her gift in the matter, melding into barrel shadows, rigging shadows, and even table shadows, all the while looking for any sign of papers, cypher papers she guessed. She knew about the importance of them, but didnâ€™t know much about what they held, she wasnâ€™t the type to eaves drop upon her captain.<br/><br/>Suddenly, her eyes shot back to the rum barrels, BARRELS! Stalking back, when she had passed there had been something odd she had seen. But, what was it again? Letting the black mist fall away she looked either way to determine whether the coast was clear. Her sterling eyes bore into one shipmate who staggered drunkenly toward her eyeing her breasts as though her scaled black vest did not cover them. Her chain seemed to rattle as she felt her hand twitch at itâ€™s hilt. â€œGo away foolish thing,â€ voice like dark ice as she addressed the man. He frowned and shrugged stomping away tripping over his own two feet. With the haul clear she looked at the barrels again, there had been a cork that wasnâ€™t supposed to be there. And she would know, she knew the Rottsman haul down to the last splinter. Her black locks fell about her face as she bit her lip looking.<br/><br/>â€œAh!â€ a rare smirk appeared upon her full lips as she had found the barrel, it was the 7th on the top rum barrel rack. Softly she touched the cork that wasnâ€™t supposed to be there, yes, indeed this had not been there at all, but she hadnâ€™t noticed it. Scowling once more she pressed her ear to the cork to determine if it had been holding rum back, indeed there was rum beyond this cork. Fellybaâ€™s shoulders sagged some as she sighed. Turning she headed for her small closet which held a hammock strung up by thick nails, pails, mops, and brooms, then her eyes settled upon the bucket holding old corks she used to plug holes in the floors, and barrels that held rum. Plucking up a sizeable cork she went back to the barrel, her fingers poised upon the false cork. Fellyâ€™s sterling eyes stared in determination, then with a quick POP, the false cork was out and the new in itâ€™s place.<br/><br/>â€œHmmmm,â€ Felly turned the cork over in her hand noticing a seam, pulling the cork apart a paper folded  7 times fell by her feet. Slowly she dipped and scooped it up, nimble pale fingers slowly unfolded the paper as sterling eyes observed the pages, not one but more than one. She tried to read, but it was useless since she couldnâ€™t read at all. Stuffing the papers in her vest, since she had no pockets she turned to shadow once more and went to the captains quartersâ€¦Hoping to gain an audience with her Captain in private to give him the papers he so seeked.