It was a trap. There was nothing else it could be, and all her training and instincts were telling her it was a trap. An obvious trap. Captain Lilan had even said that ships didn’t come this way.<br/><br/>But then, they had.<br/><br/>Dragon’s tits! Kisara studied the scene on the rotting hull of the capsized ship and felt herself idly chewing her lower lip, as if from a great distance. Maybe it was, given where her perceptions were. She sighed. Telling the captain meant the possibility of the woman deciding to do something stupid like heading over there and trying to save what was likely a hungry ghost or two.<br/><br/>But what was right? Kisara was trying very hard to do what was right, trying to keep her moral code to show the people she interacted with that maybe the ideas of Anathema they had learned were wrong. Pasiap’s stony moustache, it was easier when she was just a soldier. The right thing was to share the intel.<br/><br/>Kisara closed her far-seeing eye and turned back to the Captain. “It’s probably a trap, but there is a woman in a ragged dress, and an unconscious man on the hull of that rotting ship. There are ... things in the water around them, pale, almost invisible shapes, almost like people. She seems scared of them.”<br/><br/>Her fingers tightened around the axe handles. “I recommend that we avoid it, but you’re the captain.” That was the other side of it - a captain was the boss on a ship, dynast or no. Not that it stopped her family from being high-handed, and that was part of why she wouldn’t be, even if it killed her. It might, come to think of it, given where they were.