Pouring more wine into his and the captain's mug, Wheel listened to Uban's playing. Of the crew, he'd had the most fun with the nine fingered fool. He was a good gambling partner, and his cheeriness helped smooth over situations, and when words failed he was good in a brawl. Uban would know how to deal with Millie coming back into his life. He didn't know how to feel, and it was hard to think about what this meant or what would happen. Handing back the wine to Berlin silently, he set the mug at his feet and started rolling a cigarette, his eyes fixed on the paper. --- Millie studied Hana curiously as she mopped at her brow with her now purplish sleeve, "You're Elbish, right? Never met a bald Elbish woman before." She said bluntly. She noticed Hana suppress a flinch, and smoothly answered, "I'm a hedge mage. I know enough magic to earn my keep with my knowledge, and show that by shaving my head, but I don't have the right to wear a wig like a proper mage." Millie nodded, satisfied at the moment with the answer. Hana inquired, "That's a rather impressive spear, how did you acquire it?" Millie smiled with pleasure, and hefted the spear to better display it to Hana, "Pretty great, huh? It was a gift from Kaga-met's family, I saved his life enough times that they thought it'd be good to make my job easier." Tilting the tip of the spear so Hana could look at the sides of the blade better, she noticed the short barrels that grew flush out of the shaft. "You can shoot with it too. You won't believe what it does after you've stuck somebody with it," she laughed, "no magic to it, but it's worked for me." Hana murmured something in agreement, her head spinning. Maybe Uban was right about having more wine, she felt like she needed it. --- Pieter was in the galley, filleting the fish and humming to himself when he heard the door to Berlins cabin slam open hard enough to rattle the pans and sent some flies aloft. "Tevira's tits," he said to himself, then resumed filleting the fish silently. --- Kaga-met ended his conference with Yawar when Uban asked them a question. He'd hesitated, trying to articulate an answer that would thread the needle between honesty and tact when Berlin cut in. During the short silence that fell as the pirates processed what that fully meant, Yawar grasped Kaga-met's arm and hissed, "Trouble. Shifter." and alerted Millie through a fly tapping out the warning code on her hand. As Uban weakly asked his follow up question, the Barizians were already in motion, Millie crossing the deck on her tentacles as Yawar drew his pistol. By the time the angry man burst out of the door, Kaga-met stood with his feet planted, arms crossed a look of cool determination on his face. Millie to the side of Kaga-met, resting on her tentacles with her spear held defensively, while Yawar stepped behind him, a cloud of flies buzzing around the group, keeping them partially obscured and giving Yawar total vision of the deck. They'd done this before, and were in position before Uban finished his question, his mouth moving despite what he say happening in front of him. As Rio stormed towards Kaga-met, Millie started to raise her spear but stopped when Kaga-met raised his hand as Berlin's closed on the shifter. [i]Play this right and the pirates are ours.[/i] He didn't let himself think about the alternative. Lifting his chin, his dark brown eyes locked with the bright blue of the shifter. He uncrossed his arms and said, "What my kinsmen have done is a crime, and must be punished. I believe this, my crew believes this, and my Path believes this. Since you think the same, we'll bring them to justice easier if we work together. Hurting you and your crew not only takes us away from our goal, but means we'd lose your help when we fight the slavers," he reasoned, "I'll promise that me and mine won't hurt you and yours, but only if you can agree to the same. We don't need to be friends, but we must be a team." He stepped forward, extended his hand, "Alright?"