Even though the light did little to dispel the fog, Maddy kept it glowing, and willed it to hover just above her shoulder. The soft glow calmed her slightly even in the eerily thick fog. The Aasimar's hand kept a grip on the hilt of her sword but kept it sheathed. The last thing that she needed was to have someone see her armed and assume she was hostile. With slow deliberate steps, the pirate captain moved out onto the deck of the ship. It was unsettling to know that there were at least thirty souls on this ship and through the fog not a single sound could be heard.<br/><br/>The sense of isolation was oppressive and even the whispers that had plagued her earlier were silent. The sense of a predator watching her silently waiting to strike had the hair on the back of her neck standing up. That feeling sped up her steps. Matheria longed for the feeling of safety in numbers. Thankfully, the shroud of fog cleared to show the captain and the men scurrying around making preparations for the inevitable.<br/><br/>she approached them with her hands raised and palms facing them to show that she was not hiding anything and was not being hostile. "Captain, I see the what we observed below deck was not the whole of the problem. Things are not going well up here either. You would not have seen my first mate by chance... Or a formicite girl? I would hate for them to be blown to smithereens in your haste to scuttle your ship" there was a subtle undertone of anger, sub textual blame for the captain steering them into this nightmare.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>