Akasha watched as Loki moved in his spot. She found great interest in the Jotun, but she couldn't get any closer since Maleficent was president. Not to mention that Loki was younger than her. Hearing his question, she gave a light huff before she grinned. "You will have to see him in ord'a to find him", she tells him. "Tell me, young Loki. Do you really want to see your dearest Eric again?", she asked him as she leaned forward, keeping her gaze on him.

Loki wondered what she was implying. How was he going to be able to see him in order to find him. He didn't understand it one bit. Maybe it was some sort of riddle. But hearing her question, Loki took no hesitation. If Eric was truly, TRULY alive, he would want to find him. Eric would do the same. He stood straighter, more confident. "Yes. If he is indeed alive, I want to find him. Even help him." He told Akasha.

Akasha kept her gaze on Loki until he responded. This pleased her as she gave her a small grin. "Alright. But if you're goin' to brave t'ee weird, and haunted shores, at world's end, t'en, you will need a captain who knows t'ose waters", she said to both of them before a sound of booted footsteps approached them slowly from the back room behind the seeress.

The booted footsteps belonged to a man that looked to be among his thirties at least. Brown unruly straight, wavy like hair down to about slight past his shoulders. Blueish green eyes that seemed hardened yet gentle to those who earned his respect. A little scruffy beard and mustache, yet it seemed to suit him well. He wore dark grey shirt, dark leather tunic that seemed to tie at the front and the leather stopped to about the knees, robes that of that worn and a dark green that would be better off seeing if it was in the sunlight. Dark cloth that seemed worn but tough. Worn leather boots tied around his legs. A leather belt strapped around his waist with obvious had a sword and seemed nicely crafted just by the state of the handle. Looking Akasha, the female fae, and a young man that looked younger than him. "The one you are needing is a man is known as Captain Killian Jones who sails a ship known as the Black Pearl. He is a deceiving Stowaway, and the ship has high renowned for a pirate ship. Its body and sails as black as night itself and known to be the fastest ship there is on the seas. However, the only way to find the Pearl, you need what they called the Navigation Chart." The sailer told them.

Loki looked to the man before them, looking to the man before them and listening to what he said. Looking from him to his mother. This was going to be quite a journey.

"T'is is Bard, a great sailor", Akasha said to the two mystical beings, practically introducing Bard to them. After Bard was done speaking, Maleficent spoke up. "I've heard of such charts", Maleficent spoke before Loki turned to face her. "They were used to locate some of the world's more obscure and mystical places. With no fixed points, the chart was the only guide that took into account for the role of chance, fate, and the supernatural in the affairs of the Nine Realms. Many people fought for it, even by death", she finished her explanation. "If we want to help Asgard, we need Captain Killain. The song has been sung, meaning all of the Nine Realm lords should be present in Shipwreck Cove. We need to get those charts", she says to Loki softly. "We will go with you, for Asgard's sake", Maleficent said to Bard.

In Helheim, the unfortunate land of the dead, darkness covered the realm as thunder sounded with no rain falling. The bells sounded as a flock of crows flew towards a dark coastal island. There was a mainland connected with a thin, lighted bridge with cages of men inside, lining up the walking bridge on each side. A group of weak, skinny men were marched across the bridge as a chained male prisoner with bloody legs was muttering as if pleading while being dragged across the bridge by the realm's guards by the arms. As he passes through the realm's doors, he screams before the doors were closed shut. At a rocky shoreline, which was lit by torches, there were a couple of men tossing caskets that looked like coffins into the sea. Numerous caskets were floating out to sea before they sat in the peaceful, dead water. A crow lands on one casket and begins pecking at the top three times before a sudden gunblast from the inside of the casket blows the crow away, along with much wood, making a hole at the top. A man with a black leathered coat with black pants and black boots emerges out of the top of the casket. He looked like to have short black hair with blue eyes and he seems to wear a red and black pinned earrings on both ears. A true adventurer attire. Killian broke off the skeleton's leg from inside the case. "Sorry, mate", he apologizes in his Irish accented voice as if he was talking to it. "Mind if we make a little side trip? I didn't think so", he muttered as he uses the skeleton leg as an oar and began rowing himself towards the full moon with his ship, The Black Pearl, in the distance. On the deck, Volstagg held out his hand to help Jones aboard, but Killian instead puts the skeleton leg in Volstagg's hand. Behind him, Hogun draped a coat onto Jones' back. "Not quite according to plan", Volstagg commented as he examind the leg before throwing it over board. "Complications arose, ensued, were overcome", Killain answered as he walked passed him. "You got what you went in for, then?", Fandral asked him. "Indeed", Killian answered before almost walking into another crew member named Leech, a lean, skinny African American man who had his arms crossed. Killian stared at him before Volstagg came to his side. "Captain, I think the crew, meaning us as well, were expecting something a bit more...shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it", Volstagg explained to him. "And the Dark Elves chasing us all around the cosmo waters", Leech butted in. "And the hurricane!", a dwarf named Gimli added as he sat on a barrel. "Aye", everyone agreed in unison. "All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating", Fandral told Killian as he was in a state of thinking. "Shiny?", he asked the blonde. "Aye, shiny", he confirmed. "Is that how you're all feeling, then? Perhaps dear old Jones is not serving your best interests as captain?", Killian asked the whole crew. "Show us what is on that piece of cloth there", Leech gestured to the cloth that was in Killian's hand. Just then, a crow seized the cloth and begins to scamper off with it. In time, Jones grabs his dagger and throws it at the bird, making it drop the cloth before it managed to fly away. "Know that don't do no good", Volstagg reminded Killian. "It does me", he responded back to him as Gimli picked up the cloth and looked at it. "It's a key!", he exclaimed before Killian approaches. "No!", Jones retorted before taking it from the dwarf. "Much more better. It is a drawing of a key", he holds up the cloth to show it to the crew as they stepped forward, dumbfounded. "Gentlemen, what do keys do?", Killian asked them as if he was a teacher. "Keys...unlock...things?", Leech guessed dumbly. "And whatever this key unlocks, inside, there's something valuable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks unlocks!", Volstagg proclaimed as it was an answer. "No. If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?", Killian says as if what he is saying is a tongue-twister with a grin. "So, we're going after this key!", Volstagg corrected. Killain frowns as if dissapointed. "You're not making any sense at all. Any more questions?", he told him before asking everyone. "So...do we have a heading?", Gimli asked him. "Ah, a heading...", Jones took out his mystical compass as he watches it spin in different directions. He waits for it to stop as he mumbles. "Set sail in a...mmm...a general...in..that direction", he said, pointing to his left. "Cap'n?", Volstagg asked him to make sure Jones was okay. "Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works. Come on, quick, quick, hey!", Jones instructs as he walks past them while flailing his arms about. Gimli and Fandral gather alone by the railing. "Have you noticed lately that the captain seems to be actin' a bit strange?", Gimli asks him. "Settin' sail without knowing his own headin'? Somethin's got Jones vexed. Mark my words, what bodes ill for Killian Jones, bodes ill for us all", Fandral responds.

Later that night, Killian begins using calipers on a map with his left hand, then flicks his compass as it continues to spin wildly. Defeated, he staggers back in his seat before putting down the calipers. He sees the bottle of liquor and picks it up before turning the bottle upside-down, only a few drops spilling out. "Why is the rum always gone?", he asks rhetorically before putting it down. He rises to his feet and then staggers as the ship sways. "Oh. That's why", he muttered before leaving his chambers. With a lantern, he quietly walks past the crew sleeping while snoring on hammocks. Some of the crew are snoring. Going down the next level to the cellar of the ship, he sees eerie filter feeder creatures festooning a beam of wood, making a face of grimace. Spotting a rack of bottles, he pulls a sideways bottle from the rack and sand pours out of it.

A pair of eyes watch the Captain as he pulled out a bottle of rum only for said bottle to be full of sand. "He's coming from you." A fluttering sound of a female voice spoke out. If Killian were to look around, he would see a pail woman with fair yet damp blonde hair and in a white yet lovely gown fit for one that is to be dead. "Hello Killian." She seemed quite young. Bright yet slightly glossy eyes.

Spooked, Killian drops bottle of rum in fright with the bottle breaking on the floor. Panting a little, Killian walks over to see who spoke as he brought up the lantern in his one hand. Walking over to see a black figure, water dripping from the figure before walking closer. "Silena", he breathed in disbelief. "Silena Thordottir?", he asked the familiar female looking figure.

Silena nodded as he spoke the correct name, looking up at him. She looked to him with a Kurt smile. "Yes. It is I. You looking for something?" She asked as he held out a bottle of rum. Ice was and dried to the bottle. She looked like she could be part of the bottom of the sea.

Killian saw the way Silena's face was in the light: pale, way apart from her tanned skin, and a few barnacles that seem to be growing on her face at her cheek to her neck. She definitely looked like something from the bottom of the sea. "Is this a dream?", he asked her. "If it was, there would be rum", that was until Silena held out a bottle of rum in her hand. He then pries the bottle from her hand, struggling a few times, but manages to get it off with a crackling sound. He grimaced before asking. "You want to tell me how you're here and not in the ghastly realm of Helheim?", he asked as he tinks the lip of the bottle with his fingers, then blows across the top.

Silena waited when Killian took the rum, rubbed her fingers together with the one hand before looking to the Captain of the pearl. She though smiled simply. "Hades resurrected me to serve under him." she said casually and as if it was nothing at all. "As for why i am here on your ship, I came because i was sent here by Hades. Do not forget your deal Captain Killian Jones. Thirteen years ago. To rise this ship from the depths if i am correct."

Killian took a drink from the bottle as he heard Silena's response, almost choking on the rum. "Who?", he asked before she explained to him why she was here. "Ah. So it's you, then. He shanghaied you into service, eh?", he asked rhetorically. He grew off as she reminded him of the deal. Putting the bottle down, he began walk off. "It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment"

With sudden appearance before him, Silena had her hands on her hip, her smile gone, her eyes showed no jest nor emotion. "Listen close and listen carefully. I didn't not come here on my own will and if anyone else came, they would not be as nice and polite as I. Now. You know that you either join Hades or you will be hunted down by the devil of this sea, the Kraken." She explained him with serious, gentle yet with slight venom in her voice.

Killian froze and jumped as Silena appeared before him a second. "Technic-", he tries to say before she goes on at him. "Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has a captain, so there's re-", he again tries to say to her before she mentioned the Kraken, making him still and wary. "Any idea when Hades might release said terrible beastie?", he asked with slight nervousness.

The young pale woman suddenly looked to Killian with a simple smile she had before she took his left hand gently. She from the hand that she took into hers before looking back to Killian. "He'll find the one with the black mark." She told him before she removed her hand stood back. Silena turned on her heel gracefully and walked away, through a ships walls like she was never there.

Killian stared at her as she took a hold of his hand and let go. As she told him the warning, he looks at the palm of his left hand, where a black spot boils into view. Panting fearfully while watching it form, he looks up to Silena, but sees that the once-golden haired woman disappeared as if in thin air. A panicky feeling rising, he runs across a wooden deck that had a shallow covering of water. "On deck all hands! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck! Scurry! Scurry on! I want movement!", Jones called as he ran through the deck to where the crew was sleeping. All of them waking up to his calling, rushing to their stations. "I want movement!", he called once again. "Lift the skin up!", Volstagg told them. "All on deck! Run! And keep running! Run as if the devil himself and itself is upon us!", Killian shouted to them to make them go faster. "Do we have a heading?", Volstagg asked him. "Ah! Run! Land1", he told him in response as he continued to panic, trying to keep the display from his crew. He rose from where he was ducked behind the base of the mast, seeing Volstagg again as he was still there. "Oh!", he growled in annoyance. "Which port?", he asked once again. "Didn't say port. I said land. Any land", Jones said to him quickly as the Warrior ran off, calling the destination. As if hiding, Killian stood stiffly in the shadows under some steps. Fandral walked up to him. "Killian?", he asked, worried. "Shhh!", Killian hushed him harshly, clearly petrified. "For the love of mother and child, Jones, what's coming after us?", Fandral asked him once more. "Nothing", Killian lied as if nothing is wrong.

In the water, a large mass moves underwater, creating a disturbance on the ocean surface as it moves.

~"The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed. And bound her in her bones..~ A slow soft sung melody filled the practically quiet night air.
~The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam."~ A young man within the Realm of Niflheim was rowing a small boat with a straw big, circular hat that was keeping his image hidden from the view, his clothes a bit different. Simple and mainly of the color scheme of black and green, but with the attire of Niflheim.
~"Yo, ho, all hands, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."~ With Dark Elven Guards patrolling and one squad was walking on the bridge that he was rowing under. His voice never wavered only in pitch as he sang the song of how he heard it, yet adding his own little tune. He went closer toward shore of the destination.
~"Yo ho, all together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die"~ The Jotun pulled up to the land and made sure the boat would not drift away.

"Thief and beggar, never say we die", a male voice spat as he 'sang' the one verse when he approached Loki with two other guards. "A dangerous song to be sung, for anyone ignorant of its meaning. Particularly a young man, particularly a young man alone", he said while they surrounded Loki.

Loki looked to the residential guards from the realm that were not Dark elves come up to him and threaten him thinking that he did not know the meaning of the song. He raised a brow to the two guards for he was not unfamiliar with such threats.

A pair of footsteps were heard as Loki looked to the owners of said footsteps to belong to Bard who came down from the stairs to stand behind the guards. "What gives you such an idea that this young man is alone?" Bard asked curiously. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. When the guards were distracted by Bard, a knife appeared in Loki's hand as the guard could feel the small blade at his throat for them to see but the captain could feel one more at his back, aimed for his spine. "And what makes you think that I require protection?" Loki asked with slight amusement and coolness to his tone.

Bard glanced his attention to the Jotun who seemed to indeed know how to hold his own, but his attention was back to the guards. "Your master is expecting us." He told them before he and Loki noticed the Dark elf guards were approaching. Loki sheathed his daggers and hid as did the brunette sailor.

The guards looked away from Loki towards the newcomer. "You protect him?", the chief asked Bard, just before he felt a blade at his throat and spine. He made a gasp of breath as he felt it, afraid. The other two guards behind him had their hands on their swords, ready if Loki would cause more harm. Hearing Bard tell them that their master is expecting them, the chief felt the knives retract. He noticed the Dark Elves above them and signaled Bard and Loki to follow, just before they exited down a tunnel.

A wheeled cart rolls on the pathway on a bridge as a woman pushes the cart while wearing a hood cloak over her and a veil covering her face. Mystical music played in the background as her yellow-green eyes showed in a small slit of her veil. The bird on the cart cawed. "Steady as she goes!", it says before a monkey on the cart turned a crank to play music.

Bard and Loki followed the local guards noticing that what they were coming through was quite an odd, strange, and bizarre society. Loki looked around them to see people stare back like hawks. It somewhat unsettled the Jotun so just looked to Bard. "Bard. What is their master like?" Loki asked curiously, hoping for some sort of insight, so he knew how to act and just hope for some information that maybe useful. Bard looked to the Jotun who had curiosity to him. Insight wasn't a bad thing to have for how important this was. "The Lord of this realm is a bit similar to myself. however he has no merciful nor fair nature play such as I. I would suggest being quite serious about this and careful with thy words." The Bard told Loki who seemed to take these words in with care and noted for such use as what was to come. The two noticed that they were about to where they needed to be.