The drow witch, who had been all but forgotten watched as Arafel chafed against Lilith's attempts to put into motion some sembelance of order and command structure.  She had moved to sit upon a large obsidian boulder nearby, it's surfaces washed smooth by surf and time.  She clucked her tongue and then muttered, to herself but loud enough to be heard.  "tch tch tch, dey goan be at dis till dey back in a watery grave."<br/><br/>Then a bit louder she added,  "You be in charge 'bout as much as you were a few hours ago mistah fancy pants,"  she gestured at his green leafy garments.  "If ya four canna work together, ya not goan even make it to da boat on da otha side da island."<br/><br/>She chuckled, then piercing Lilith with her eyes, she added, "In dis here surface world of sun an' surf, a good leader does it by example an' by earning respect.  Ya four turn on each other, an ya got no chance gainst Teach."<br/><br/>She turned and looked at Neomi and Dalen, "an all ya goan need ta chip in an use ya skills if ya wanna make it."