<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/BoNlCxG.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>Cryptic answers, riddles, double talk and disguised words... Lilith's mind could barely stand the witch, the way she attempted to play with her mind and emotions. Whatever words she had spoken to Blackbeard, they had damned her to death. If it hadn't been for her, she'd still be living her life... but was it really such a great life to live? Her Mistress gone somewhere she knew not where, uncertainty with every day, and the threat of death for a man who would not care for her passing? Maybe her life was better now, without the station and the circumstance... but she couldn't, nor wouldn't, trust this drow witch... Ah'mei damn her. Mistress damn her... but not until she had her revenge.<br/><br/>With not a word escaping from her lips Lilith walked away and past those that were standing still, still perhaps questioning their actions or perhaps not knowing where the group as a whole would go. She didn't so much mind this idea of the four of them banding together in this... she would appreciate the extra hands. Try as she might, the vengeance she had in mind would need a cast, a skilled set of hands, and deeds she was sure she could not immediately do. Her feet carried her form to the stones the witch had pointed out to them. Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and with both hands cupped began to dig, her massive chest swinging with every frantic pull at the sand, her nude form working away in the darkness without care if she was the only one working in the sand.<br/><br/>In her mind she was thankful that she had stolen a magical haversack from a prisoner they had aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge some year ago. It allowed her to collect much in her life, and without knowing which pockets were false and which were mundane, the crew aboard ship wouldn't have been able to see the valuable goods hidden inside, so she had hoped anyway. Her Mistress had always told her to be prepared to leave the ship at a moment's notice, to be ready incase either the worst should happen... or the best. Whatever that had meant.<br/><br/>But for now, all she could do was dig. Dig for the backpack she knew would hold her treasures, dig for the possessions her Mistress had left for her, to become her. She couldn't make Blackbeard pay without them... and perhaps this was her Mistress' plan all along. She knew it was best not to dwell on it... but in the moment she couldn't help herself.