Three very ugly and yellowteeth-crooked-smiling pirates grinned with their hideous gunpowder stained faces at the woman named Tyora. One was flexing his fingers in the air, reading himself to close his hands around her pretty little neck. One of his brothers, and the man closest to him, only dressed in some dirt-caked breeches and a topless chest with overflowing chesthair, had a dagger the size of a child in his hand. His free hand however was rubbing the salty grime-smeared fingers through his coarse chest hair, only making the sight of the threesome more sickening then it already was. The last pirate however, was not all that bad to look at. Save for his bald head, which was probably shaved just to keep the fleas out of his hair, seemed to be quite the looker. Just a shame he missed his front teeth when his lips parted in a smile, and he seemed to make guttural sounds towards the ample supply of breasts that jiggled beneath Tyora's chin.<br/><br/>It was the mute who had been pointing at her chest who made the first move, but he was soon followed up by his brothers as they attacked near simultaneously to bring the woman down on her knees, and tying her hands behind her back if they ever got the chance to do so. Fortunately they seemed to be interrupted by change of events that caused a chill down the spine of even the most seasoned pirate on the ship. Even the dark and tall black man who had been trying to turn Vhaern into his little bitch now sat on his knees with his breeches on his ankles on the hardwooden floor of the ship. He trembled of the strange sensation and chill that was coming from the young girl in the midst of the pirates. It was definitely nothing like anything he had ever seen or felt before, so it must not be true. Or it was some nightmare he had landed himself in. Nevertheless, the thick-headed brain of the man decided he had seen enough of the show and started to crawl his way towards the railing of the ship, trying to avoid any more punches from vhaern.<br/><br/>More pirates that had surrounded Tyora and the firegirl were now retreating quickly, the sight of the blood-drenched ruthless ramen was enough to make them soil their pants. They usually entered ships with good-hearted human sailors. Or some royal lordships daughter or son from some stupid elven familytree. This was nothing they had ever seen before, and most had already been scared even before they had seen the inhabitants of the ships. It was a ghostship to some. Haunted to others. But at the sight of this crazed bloodthirsty immoral being that ate hearts and fought like he couldn't die, they believed the story of the curse all the more. Especially after the sight of what looked like a maiden that harnessed a power beyond their wildest dreams. Their captain had set sail for their doom, and it was envisioned like a black ship without its sails set.<br/><br/>As soon as the five pirates surrounding Dawn had left the air and had fallen into the arms of their brothers, most had already taken leave towards the railings. Soiled or not, water or not, the pirates would rather take their bet with swimming then to face a bunch of empowered cursed demons. At least the water was something they had known all their lives. The big black pirate nearest to Vhaern had finally reached the edge of the ship, and faced Donchen before he decided to jump into the water. His deep black eyes told the Vulpari how very afraid he was, and how very confused that such a creature as a Vulpari would be on the cursed ship as well. He almost seemed to look as if he had never seen a fox-faced man in his life before. But the little contact between the two did not last long, as the last sound of the man was a long shout and a splashing noise when he finally had hit the waters, swimming away as fast as he could, being the first to abandon the ship.<br/><br/>Horrified and appalled at the sight of his crewmembers jumping of the ship into the sea of fear of a child of not even 18 years old, the captain started screaming for its bitch. But the black-skinned ebony beauty never answered its words. Instead she appeared on the ship, not even thickened out in full form, swirling like a black cloud of smoke, as she placed the chest filled with the valuables and weapons of the former captives on the ship. Without a single word she vanished into thin air, but lingered just enough to widen her eyes at the sight of Lillith, almost as if she seemed to recognise the elf. Before the last of her face had disappeared, she winked at the ashen elf, leaving her former lover into the hands of his would-be killers. By now only a handful of crewmembers, either to stupid or to loyal to flee remained on the ship. They circled around the captain, who still had Ashy in his thick calloused hands. His arm was wrapped around her neck, and his free hand was holding a dagger, showing signs of severe stress as the blade trembled underneath the shimmering light of the fading moon.<br/><br/>''One step closer, or this bitch will die''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>