Britomart ground her teeth and thumbed one of her axes.<span style="color: red">"i dont trust forced magic as much as i trust gobling engineering."</span>she smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: red"> "i will be mentioning you in my intial report captain."</span>she frowned slightly before shaking her head.<span style="color: red"> "ill muster the troops, you get our stuff from the hold, i stuck it to the roof with a net."</span>she handed him a snips before she walked over to the ships bell and rang it several rimes.<span style="color: red">"Muster on deck!"</span><br/><br/>the priestess shook her head and sighed quietly as she looked around. "its usually better but in this case might be impossible for her to do on her own." she looked at the memories before her hands started to glow and she traced symbols in the air, each symbol moving to one of the memories and forced the demoness to forgive her sister for each one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>