((this might be a bit long))<br/><br/>The Hunter came close, Rorik could almost make out the faces of his former crew mates. Looking among them he could spot familiar people- all of which had no intentention to be friendly.<br/><br/>He jumped into the shallow water, his old captain doing the same. Rorik hoped that someone'd come- this would be bad if he had to stay alone.<br/><br/>"What are you here for, Matthias?" Rorik commanded.<br/>"So the mutinous dog survived, eh?" Matthias joked, "We hoped that you would have...how do I say...perished among the wast ocean. We were certain that you'd spend your energy before going overboard."<br/>"You didn't answer me."<br/>"Ah, no reason to be angry at me. You know well enough what'll happen."<br/><br/>Rorik spotted one of the captain's hands move down towards his rapier, and a few of his old crew drawing their pistols and swords as well.<br/><br/>"I won't say it again, Matthias. What are you here for?!" Rorik's authoritative voice was diminishing.<br/>"Well, two things, to be sure. One," he held up a finger- "We've come for the Griffin that's here. Hell, we watched you take it down. What weapons do you have with you? Not only this but where's your crew?"<br/>"The griffon's dead," Rorik shivered- he still remembered his encounter with it.<br/>"Then...what about Hydran, Rorik?" Matthias said.<br/>"What about her?" Rorik snarled.<br/>"We want to take her back. Obviously, your time on the waves has deteriorated your mind, Rorik."<br/>"Well, that's what happens."<br/>"Enough talk, Rorik! I've had enough of you! Move aside or be crushed!" the old captain drew his sword and pointed it at Rorik.<br/><br/>Rorik did the same, his sword a longsword with a hint of orange. Determination.