Maiden sat on the deck her heart in her throat as the air moved past her, but just as suddenly a crack bolted her eyes wide. Her shipmates were firing on Rotter's ship! One shipmate came to mind, her crazy an quite misunderstood mate.<span style="font-style: italic">Jacoda</span>, was he mad? Again more shots echoed through ship, quickly she moved to her feet. Suddenly she felt the decent cease an her eyes were on Rotter flames came shooting out of his mouth, this was a unfortunate side effect of her brew. But to bring one from the depths of death, one had to burn the soul, so that is came back like a phoenix from the ashes.<br/><br/>Rotter was up yelling an cursing as more cracks smashed into the flying ship. The ship was a mass of chaos as some men jumped ship, well tried. The man that had threatened her had made short work of these men. The blood splattering across the deck, the smell of iron heavy. With quick thinking Rotter had saved the flying ship an there lives. The Pervy Freedom would have trouble catching up while they sailed across the land. The sight was breathtaking, seeing the world below.<br/><br/>The ship echoed an moaned much like its Captain, it seemed they were connected to a great extent. This was something she had figured out drastically, but they both needed fixing up. An with the last of his energy he let out his orders an with that Maiden quietly gave in. There was no point in fighting, she needed to survive an Rotter was her patient now. Her job was to care for him, just as it was on her last ship.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh she followed Rum-Skirts an Rotter with the man Rotter had called Yagos. Maiden peeked a side glance but nothing more. She needed to observe them all more before she made any real moves. Putting Rotter to rest in his chambers, while the other's watched Maiden went to work removing the coats from Rotter. This was truly a strange man, but with delicate hands she worked to patch up the now sleeping Rotter. Maiden's mind wandered what her new life here would hold.<br/><br/>When Maiden looked behind her only Rum-Skirts had remained, slightly drunk but still awake enough to function. that was good enough for Maiden. "Rum-Skirts watch over Rotter, I need to  see ye stock. Come find me if Rotter seems in pain." With one last glance at the man who had scooped her up. His bandaged an bruised body lay still his chest raised an fell lightly his breathing steady. He would be fine with some proper rest. Without another word she walked to the top deck.<br/><br/>As her eyes reached the deck blood laid splatter across it, only a light whistling could be heard. Yagos stood at the helm, his tune  familiar to her. Maiden needed something to do, to keep her mind from plotting or doing something reckless. A mop an bucket laid nearby an surprisingly clean an unbroken, well a little broken. But with a deep breath the smell of blood overwhelmed her. Yes, she needed to clean this up. Her patient laid below she needed to make sure he was not exposed to anything due to Yagos following his orders.<br/><br/>So she began cleaning the deck with Yagos light tune in the air, she smiled lightly as she remembered the light tune. It had been something her mother had sang to her as a child, just like many other women did. A song women of the sea knew as children. An without another thought she gently sang the old song.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">Upon one summer's morning<br/>I carefully did stray<br/>Down by the Walls of Wapping<br/>Where I met a sailor gay.<br/><br/>Conversing with a young lass<br/>Who seem'd to be in pain,<br/>Saying, William, when you go<br/>I fear you'll ne'er return again.<br/><br/>My heart is pierced by Cupid<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold.<br/><br/>His hair it hangs in ringlets<br/>His eyes as black as coal<br/>My happiness attend him<br/>Wherever he may go.<br/><br/>From Tower Hill to Blackwall<br/>I'll wander, weep and moan<br/>All for my jolly sailor<br/>Until he sails home.<br/><br/>My heart is pierced by Cupid<br/>I disdain all glittering gold<br/>There is nothing can console me<br/>But my jolly sailor bold. </span></div>