Wolfbane felt her legs buckle and she fell to the side, but instead of hitting hard damp wood she felt arms catch her and lower her to the ground before the world went dark around her. Her wounds were light but she had a lot of them that were older then the fight. She was feverish and breathing hard, but she just needed rest and food. Her brown hair was a mess and her clothes were simple mens clothes that she had been wearing when she had been taken. 

One of the other sailors, known as Bane, came over, nursing a wounded shoulder, and knelt down. "Roger...are you alright? The doctor wanted to know the condidtion of...wait, I think I know..." He gently moved some of the hair out of her face and said "I have seen this woman's face before...where did she come from? She wasn't on the ship before was she?" Wolfbane stirred slightly and opened her eyes a bit, her eyes clouded from her fever and wounds. "How is...your crew...sailor?" Bane blinked and said "The crew was hit hard...but not many were lost...and none of the pirates got below deck..." She smiled weakly and said "Good...then my fight wasn't...in vain...and my death will mean...something..." She closed her eyes and Bane looked at Roger. "We can take her to the cabin not being used below...she doesn't look very good...do you think she came from the pirate ship? Her wrists look like she was being held captive..."