Marcos would catch the piece of wood thrown his way, examining it. It was a long, rod-like piece, something he could figure out a use for. He would then start thrusting the wooden rod at slavers trying to make it over to the ship. He then moved out of the way as one made it across and started swinging his knife wildly at both he and the other person. He watched as the male whom helped him overtook the slaver and threw him overboard. Marcos would nod and say, "Yes, it was. And, I'm fine." 

When the male pointed out that the other slaves were getting on to lifeboats, he nodded. "I'm aware. There's nothing waiting for me if I go. Where would I go? I have no family, no friends, no possessions save for my own insides and my skin. Might as well make myself of use here and fully repay the favor of my freedom. It means more to me than you are aware of, when you helped me up. I don't plan on forgetting that. Thank you for that." With that, Marcos gave the male a smile. "My name is Marcos. Marcos Abeille." 

Marcos would watch as Nolan made way across to the other ship, being confronted by slavers, and the captain. How Marcos hated them. He hated all slavers. He was being given an opportunity to exact his hatred right now. The captain was open. If he could make it across without drawing attention, he could get the captain. He would be able to kill him while the others made work of the other slavers. Hopefully, anyways. With that, Marcos found a dead slaver and searched him for a more lethal weapon. He found a carving knife. With the small knife in hand, he would make his way to the back of the pirate's ship, and prepare himself. The captain of the slaver ship was turned around, not noticing him. Marcos took the opportunity.

With a few moments, he found a long board and placed it between the two ships, making sure it was securely placed before crossing. He would keep his balance on the wooden board as best as he could, walking across to the other ship. After making it across, he readied the knife in his hand, the end of it pointing towards the captain. Marcos took a deep breath and start sprinting. In his dash, he would thrust the carving knife at the captain's upper back, hoping to stab Pars right then and there.