The past few days went by like a dream. A long, irritating, wakes-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-covered-in-sweat sort of dream. Being on a fire shark that seemed to take every chance it could to hunt some innocent fish down, clinging to a man who continued to call her dove, it got on her nerves rather quickly. Well, the nickname wasn't particularly annoying, it's simply that it's not an intimidating misnomer. Oh no, here comes Aris the Dove! Everyone run for cover! Really, Chaos-Heart Aris was at least somewhat nerve-wracking, but Dove sounded like a little girl's nickname. And if she was going to join Captain Rotter's crew permanently, she was not about to be called Dove. But truthfully, she had grown at least slightly attached to Jacoda, you know, other than having to cling for dear life to him for days on end. He was... eccentric to say the least, and that amused Aris.<br/><br/>"These she is" Aris muttered, excitement shining in her eyes as soon as she saw the flying ship in the distance. It looked battle-worn, but it was still sort of home to the stowaway, even if it was full of greedy, murderous pirates. A rope dropped down as soon as they got close; Aris took that as an opportunity to get on.<br/><br/>They must not have been expecting the guests, for as soon as they stepped foot on the deck, they had swords pointed to their vitals. Aris looked impatient rather than worried, but something struck her as odd. She recognized none of the crew. It's not as if she had known them very well, other than the Crow and the captain, but she couldn't recognize any of their faces. She dismissed it as soon as she heard Rotter call her Rina.<br/><br/>"Cap'n! It's me cap'n, don't throw me over again!" she yelled. He looked awfully confused at the sight of her, then asked if she was this Rina person. "Aris. Chaos-heart. I didn't come all the way back here to get stabbed! Tell them to stand down." She placed her hands on the handles of her scimitars, warning anyone who got too close. Rotter began his commonplace ramble of words which Aris didn't care to listen much to. He asked hen he had thrown her over. "You... You didn't, it was someone else. You jumped after me."<br/><br/>That seemed to jog his memory, as he exuberantly cried out "Soup girl!" before grabbing her arm and dragging her to his quarters. "Where are my goddamn clues, Aris!? I had them before you vanished. You were the last one inside my cabin with your damnable turtle soup. You can read, probably, I guess, because you are not a pirate. I confided in you, and you alone, that I was after the Pearl of Atlantis. You would know... and then you took my things, and when you saw your chance, you joined the queen Efer and betrayed me. It was a good plan, yes, we both agree you are very clever. You would have gotten away with it too, but you made one mistake, just one small mistake, when you returned to the scene of the crime! Now you will hand over the paper or you will die. I don't seem to have my cutlass on me to kill you with, I lost it in the fight with Efer, so if you returned that then you might live. Provided you give me back my papers! Now!"<br/><br/>Aris stood there, blinking at him. "Clues? You really think I would have found any use of your damn clues!? Also, I didn't join Efer, she had me tortured and I managed to escape by the skin of my teeth, and now you're blaming me for handing clues over to her?!" She let out a huff; she had forgotten how annoyingly insane her captain was. "I never took the papers, and even if I did, they would be either in the clutches of that damn Witch Doctor, or lost at sea. Like I said before, I did not come all the way back here to be skewered."<br/><br/>He seemed to ignore it, rushing out to the hubbub on deck. Aris followed, curious in spite of herself about what was happening. A voice from above, more likely from the Crow's nest than any heavenly being, said they spotted... The Pretty Freedom? Aris froze, quickly realizing what the new crewmember meant. "Damn it! They found us already??"