"Oh what I did to you? Ha, I am no witch , do not worry , it is not a spell, nor will, it just go away. Ever read anything about demonesses. We do not play well. If you have not noticed your senses should be stronger, and speed a bit faster. In payment for this , I can take your soul, should you die your soul becomes my food. Also, should I harvest you just right I can take your soul. However, should you kill me, you will die with me. Or should I die in shape, it seals your fate with it. A witch is not talented for something like this." Ned leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin slightly obviously the information was good he could already feel the slight changes in his body. Standing up Ned turned around and started looking through the books on the table as he thought. Finding titles mostly pertaining to sea life he lost interest and turned back to the demoness as she called herself.<br/><br/>"So a demoness huh? Sounds interesting. Hmm so while I get some improved abilities I'm bound do you but you are not bound to me, this I do not like. So tell me your name demoness and maybe while you're at it tell me why you are chasing a fairy tale. If I remember correctly this ship was headed in search of the pearl of Atlantis every pirate knows that tale but everyone also knows that it doesn't exist so there is no reason to be chasing it unless you have come across something tangible." Ned walked behind the woman as he spoke, kneeling in front of the chest that lay at the foot of the bed. Ned peered at the lock casually checking the lid finding it locked. Sitting down cross-legged in front of the chest Ned put an eye up to the locks key hole. Standing back up Ned walked over to the desk and pulled a letter opener and walked back to the chest.<br/><br/>"You know the trick to picking a lock is finesse I find it is also the trick to dealing with people you have to know exactly where to apply pressure and how much to exert to get them to open." To emphasize his last words Ned jammed the letter opener into the gap between the lid and the lock then stomped down on it breaking open the chest with a loud crack of snapping wood and shredding metal. Grabbing one of the chair legs Ned spun the demoness' chair so she was facing him again.<br/><br/>"Then again sometimes you just have to break them." Ned gave the woman an evil wink and started to dig through the chest. The top layer was clothing which completely uninterested Ned which he demonstrated by tossing all of them out of the chest.  Underneath the now scattered clothing was a red wooden box, a pile of gold and gems, and an old leather journal the faded word Leumas on the cover. With a crooked smile Ned lifted the book out of the chest and showed it to the woman.<br/><br/>"Ahh good thing I'm a pirate or I might feel bad about reading this."