Marcos would take the alcohol from Luro after Danny gave it back to him. "I need this for my injuries, hope you don't mind me stealing a bit of your drink," he said, chuckling. Marcos would move the cut up cloth away from his wounds. There were two major ones. On his shoulder, and on his side. That was two injuries he needed to have attended to. And right now, all he could do was pour alcohol on them and try to clean them, and attempt to not move that much. He didn't like the last part of that. In any case, he was cleaning his wounds with the alcohol, grimace on his face. It stung, and that sting hurt. But the sooner he stopped complaining, the sooner he could treat himself, and the sooner he could stand and defend the ship.

After his cuts were treated, or somewhat so, he stood and turned to Luro. "I'll stay with you and defend the ship. I can't move much, and I've got an axe. This axe, to be exact. I don't have much of a choice in the matter," he said. He then chuckled and handed Luro the bottle back. "Here's your alcohol back. I tried to conserve on it, but I ended up using a good amount of your drink. Oh, and sorry about the bloodstains on the bottle." Marcos managed to stay a little bit positive when injured, though not that much. To be fair, being positive wasn't his agenda now. His agenda was to protect the ship.

After a few minutes of waiting, Marcos saw what must have been an army charging in their direction. The king's army. The real king, not Fenn, slimy bastard. Marcos figured they were going to try to fight the rest of the pirates, but find none, and congratulate Marcos and Luro. This was not the case. They were going to board the ship! Marcos yelled, "You've got the wrong ones, we're the good guys!" Marcos pointed to their flag, and then the two others. "We're not with Fenn or his men, our captain and most of the crew is at the castle, fighting Fenn right now!" Marcos didn't think for a second that they would buy it. He hoped they did.