Jal's eyes slowly broke from the map and stopped on the door to his cabin when Diego knocked. He sat silently for a moment, head in hand, before he spoke up.<span style="color: SeaGreen">What is it?</span><br/><br/>Jal sat up and lifted the mug from the map and took a long gulp as Diego entered. He ran his fingers through his short hair before looking up at Diego. He was disheveled and the haze of the rum was clear on his face. Still, he looked at Diego expectantly.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>As Akali left the hold, the man who had so boldly represented the rest of the crew watched her leave.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">What was that on about?</span>One of them, the Elf, Yurik. asked.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">Hell if I know.</span>He shrugged.<span style="color: DarkOrange">I want my bloody cut, though! I asked so I get half!</span>He argued, reinserting himself into the band and arguing about what money was owed to who for what. They all had, after all, laced bets on exactly what she would look like naked, should she agree. Two of the bets were lost automatically, having been based on if she was shaven between her legs.<br/><br/>Some time later, the crew exited the hold, some richer than others. Still, as they retreated to their grimy hammocks, occasional glances where thrown at Atashi. Conversation between them was limited to what they would find at their destination and on what debauchery they would spend their shares on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>