<strong>Drake Fischer, finally coming out, and not believing the sight before his eyes.</strong><br/><br/>As the wild shouts, clanging of blades, and the reports of muskets and flintlocks began to die down, Drake sighed. At least it sounded like things were coming to an end up there. But now he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking towards the door, he saw that the captain was standing there. Bored? No. Disgusted? Yes. Sighing, he got to his feet and headed out to do his work. Best way for him to stay alive on this ship.<br/><br/>Coming out on the deck, the man froze. "Oh no..." he whispered to himself, seeing the two young women who had been captured and brought aboard. One was obviously high class, and the other her servant. He could see nearly all of the crew circling the women like hungry sharks. He'd never seen such behavior, and it appalled him. Though, he himself couldn't help but look as the two women had their dresses torn from their bodies, and were bound half naked to the mast. When he saw the Cat o Nine brought out, he couldn't believe that this was happening. But he did sigh in relief when one of them was cut free, and the man with the Cat o Nine stopped. But now one of the women was dragged below deck, the one he thought to be of higher class. The servant was left on deck with the rest of the crew. If pirate ships operated in this manner, it was a wonder how they could be successful without killing each other, he thought.<br/><br/>He moved to the side as several of the crew went below deck, desperate to get a piece of the lady below. Still stunned, he turned to the servant girl, who was now being forced to service a female pirate with her mouth. "Bloody pirates..." he said quietly, unable to take his eyes off the scene.