[indent]Shouta, quite honestly, wasn't a fan of this girl. She could bare his will, but just barely. It wasn't as if he was intending to crush her with it - just make a point. Still, he felt she didn't grasp her position. There were many members of the crew whom showed potential. Alicia, if she was as skilled as she claimed, then all she needed to do was truly learn to use a sword. Nolan, the quickest to run off for Alicia, showed his concern for his crew. Luro was the quickest to actually grasp the ocean of different between Shouta and the rookies. Even Ray had the nobility to offer his blade. But, Runali... what did she have? What made her the adhesive force to this crew? Shouta didn't see it; at least, not in his first encounter with them. And, for that reason, his silent judgement of her was that her innocent naivety was equally a dangerous ignorance.[/indent]

Regardless of what the captain might have said, Shouta was quick to grab the rapier with his bare hand and simply warp it through raw strength. A blacksmith could fix it, sure, but it would never be perfect again. Such was the nature of the blade. Shouta said, "I shall talk to youse in a moment, boy, but all I can say to'er is that if'n a man be willin' to 'imself an'is blade on the line for ya, it be the rudest gesture to turn'm down. You best learn tah value those aroun' you, Runali." Shouta was just as quick to let go of the rapier, leaving it with long stretch marks and portions of its formerly coherent steel warped and bent. Shouta felt as if his words had instantly made an impact, however, as Runali darted off after her dagger was broken in an attempt to comfort the one they called Alicia. Maybe it was just her priorities. Maybe she was just sexist. Maybe, Shouta pondered, Runali did not value acts of valor like that of Ray when she could visibly see that Alicia was upset. The tendencies of a woman... just his thought.

Shouta slid his hand into the same satchel he put the longer blade portion of Alicia's now-broken blade into. He pulled out a small sack of coins and threw it on the table, skidding it across the surface. Had he been sober, this might have worked, but in his drunken stupor, Shouta slid the bag a little too hard, knocking it into the floor and spilling out a few platinum coins. The bag was small, sure, holding no more than fifteen or twenty coins, but it was worth more than five bags of gold the size of Ray's skull. "Take it, son, an' get yerself a new blade. We're pirates, sure, but livin' by honor ain't wrong. Get yerself a better one. Get yerself whatever youse like, actually. Protect her, 'cause she's gonna need it if'n that's how she acts all the time." Shouta sighed, mostly because he felt like a softy, but at the same time he felt sympathy for he who seemed disregarded when acting honorably. Granted, he was a pirate. He was also drunk. Shouta was a lot of things, really. And, it wasn't about to stop. Shouta grabbed the bottle of whatever spirit he had ordered; actually, he wasn't even for sure if it was his bottle. He then downed a big gulp of it, spilling from the sides of his mouth as if he were parched.

[center][i]"Jus' be doin' me a favor... talk less, an' act more."[/i][/center]