Killian swiftly turned to them on his heel when he heard the throat clearing from Eric, knowing it was a sign that she was actually asking the pirate. He stayed in his spot for a moment before walking over to them, just stopping at the edge of the table. "The Flying Dutchman, actually", he simply said before Galadriel gathered the small trinkets on her table and cupped them in her hands. She closed her eyes as she shook them to mix them up. "A touch...of destiny!", she began softly before splaying them over her table.

A thunderstorm raged as Killian and Eric stood at a pier where they saw the scuttled remains of a ship, as if it was a shipwreck. "There it is, mate", Killian said to Eric. "The Flying Dutchman", he said as the rain poured over them.

Eric watched as a Thunderstorm raged over them, watching from the pier as he saw a scuttled remains of a ship. he looked skeptical as to the ship and Killian's info, "Thats the Dutchman. Looks like a shipwreck to see." He pointed out, obviously not thrilled about this. Not really knowing why he came with him in the first place.

Killian was clearly unimpressed by Eric's answer, but pushed him, no doubt. "Neither do you. Never underestimate her. She's the cursed ship of these waters. Don't say she doesn't look much", he told him as he placed his boot on a rock nearby. "What's your plan again?", he asked him in both curiousness and innocence as if he was a child who forgot the rules to a game.

Eric continued to watch the ship as Killian was telling to not underestimate the ship. While looking at the ship, Eric made sure to have a row boat ready. Though was not impressed by Killian's curiosity. "I'm going onto the ship to find that Key that you are so interested in." Eric explained to him as double checked the ropes and ores.

Killian pulled a fake face of concern as he looked at Eric. "And if there any crewman, you will cut anyone down in your path, savvy?", he asked in the same tone as before, although he quickly dismissed it. "I like it. Simple, easy to remember", he thought aloud. As he saw Eric get into the boat, he quickly met him at the edge of the pier. "If you do happen to get captured, just say that Killian Jones sent you to settle his debt. Might save your life', he told him as a piece of advice.

Eric looked toward the scuttled ship, not having seen his concerned look. Though hearing about Killian's question about the crewman that maybe and if he would just cut them down. He looked over to Killian with an amused smile. He was about to get onto the boat when he was stopped by Killian and told about him what seemed to be advise but Eric wasn't so sure. Getting onto the boat and grabbed the ores. Both of them he used to push himself from the pier and rowed off toward the scuttled ship.

Upon the arrival to the ship known as the Dutchman, Eric stopped near the ship to where he could then scale the ship and got onto to the deck. Eric watched his surroundings, He noticed a lamp that was lit Eric took it and started looking around to see a dead sailor. Stopping where he was, Eric noticed a wounded sailor that looks to be in shock. Eric was unsure till he appeared closer, till he saw that a man was pulling a pulley quite desperately. "You know there is no need for you to that anymore. Hey, You listening?" He tried to get his attention.

"No!", the wounded sailor stilled in place as he looked upon Eric, appearing to be shuddering. "Beneath us! Foul breath!", he said before he went back to pulling the pulley continuously. While Eric stared upon the wounded man, a crewmember's body falls from a height, splashing into the water face first.

Eric looked at the man with concern but was also confused about that this man meant. He didn't understand him. Eric heard a splash and looked toward the source of this splash. Making his way, He saw a man that seemed to have gone face first into the water. Eric went over quickly into the water to fetch the lad, maybe still be alive. Pulling him out of the water and onto the deck with a little difficulty. Turning the man over, to see if the man was alright, noticed something horrid and had not seen before. The man's face gone, puckered skin that bulged outward. The Huntsman drew back and scrambled to his feet. What within all the nine realms could do such a horrid thing. Almost made him feel sick if he hadnt seen much worse.

At the same time, near the scuttled ship, a new ship with ghostly seaweed-like sails, suddenly rises out of the water with force. It sailed on the top of the water until the lightning flashed behind it, making the outline of the rigging apparent. Out of nowhere, a group of men suddenly emerged from the surfaces of the scuttled ship. These men didn't look human since they looked a bit deformed, with body parts that resembled sea creatures. "Down on your marrowbones, and pray!", one of them snarled at Eric as they attacked.

Eric heard the roar of water, looking toward the source to see a ship he had never seen before. A ghostly-like ship with seaweed looking sails. He had to admit it looked intimidating. Hearing now the sounds of what seemed to be footsteps, the Huntsman looked away from the ship to spot what seemed to be humanoid creatures, almost of that of the sea. Eric took notice of how they walked, that of aggression. This was going to be a fight. One he didn't know he wanted to avoid or not. But he was going to take his chances. The Huntsman snatched a sword from the ground as pulled his axe from his belt. Dipping it into some nearby oil, smashed the lamp with the tip of the blade, setting the oiled steel ablaze from tip to guard. Eric started waving it away, trying to keep these creatures away from him. Trying to figure out a way to kill them these sea creature like men was something he never encountered.

As the fish-like crew scattered and surround him, they did back away a little from the flame that the Huntsman set off. But, it didn't back them away that far. They still surrounded with menacing laughs and snickers. Unaware to Eric, a crew member hit him over the head, and knocked him out cold. The sea crew surrounded the unconscious Huntsman as they laughed.

As soon as the attack ended, the fish-like crew dragged Eric and forced him to his knees, so he was at the end of the lined up row with the other prisoners, who were cowering in fear, along the railing of the scuttled ship. That was until a stomping step of a foot sounded on the wood of the scuttled ship. It was loud until an underwater view of his black boots. His back was only seen as his large black cloak covered his body.

Stopping at the side of one of his crewman, his second in command turned to face the mysterious figure. "Five men still alive. The rest have moved on", he informed him. The figure began to walk the line of prisoners slowly with each thudding step. He soon pauses to clench his left hand, which looked deathly pale, in front of one of the cowering men.

Being knocked to the back of his head and unconscious that when he woke up, he was shoved to his knees and winced with the impact of the deck. Eric noticed he was at the end of the row and near the railing of the scuttled ship. He saw cowering men he was in a row with and couldn't seem to blame them. He was probably the only one that wasn't afraid. Hearing the sound of stomping along the wood, loud and only able to see the a large black cloak of a man. He wondered who this was, the mysterious figure hiding in a cloak. He couldn't hear all that was said between the mysterious figure and sea like creature of a man. Making himself as if part of these men except for looking like he was afraid, glanced over as best as he could, watching the figure walk along the men in front of him to pause later.

The cloaked figure kept his pace before he stopped completely in front of one of the cowering men. Smoothly leaning down before the man, he smoothly and casually lighted an old pipe that was being held in his pale hand. But, as the light came to light it, the figure's facials were clear. It was a pale male with blue eyes and a grayish-black beard, matching his long chest-length grayish-black hair. Inhaling his pipe, he exhaled the smoke into the face of the cowering prisoner. "Do you fear death?", he spoke slowly to the cowering man as if he was speaking in the tongue of a deceiver. "Do you fear that dark abyss?", it sounded as if he was spilling the venom of lies. "All your deeds laid bare. All your sins punished", he continued as his tone escalated while saying the last word in a spat. "I can offer you an escape", he offered, which perked the cowering man's attention.

"Don't listen to him!", another of the prisoners spoke, which made the black-cloaked figure sharply look at him, unpleased. Angered, the pale man stood to his full height before swiftly grasping the prisoner's neck with a pale hand. "Do you not fear death?", he asked him in curiosity. "I'll take my chances, sir", the prisoner stuttered, making the imposing figure of a man let go of him. He looked to one of his crewman, "To the depths", he told them before they tilted the prisoner's head back, then slitting his throat. Others grimaced in fear and disgust, but the cloaked figure just watched in a pleased manner as two of his minions throw the body overboard.

"Cold blooded!", another one of the prisoners spat in exclamation, making the figure once again turn towards him. "Life is cruel", he smoothly told him. "Why should the afterlife be any different?!", he asked him rhetorically as it escalated. "I offer you a choice", he told them before moving on the next prisoner. "Join my crew, and postpone the judgement. One hundred years before the mast. Will you serve?", he offered to him. "I w-will serve", he stuttered. "There, then", the figure said, pleased.

That was until he moved to Eric, looking upon him. "You are neither dead, nor dying. What is your purpose here?", he asked the Huntsman as if demanding an explanation.

The Huntsman took his chance to turn his head more but slightly to try and catch a glimpse of this tall, cloaked man. Seeing the cloaked figure casually light a pipe from the looks of it after completely standing infront of a cowering man. A light came to lighting it and noticed the features of this figure's face. Hades. The man that Galadriel talked about. It never took Eric to put a name to a face. Then he heard him speak. He didn't like how he spoke, gave him a grim impression of the man before him. One he knew not to trust for easily, if ever. All that he heard said nothing else but a bunch of lies and Eric's blue orbs was set to a glare as he listened to this man's words. He hoped these men wouldn't trust him. If they died, at least they died better off then with the lies of this man.

Though hearing one man, he looked over a little more to see that one of them grew a spine and could see that Hades wasn't happy at all which seemed to please Eric for reason. He wasn't getting what he wanted and at least one man realized this man's lies and false promises. Though it seemed that the man still stood tall against Hades, Eric had to give that man some respect for standing up to him and not taking him up on his false promises and lies. Eric wouldn't have. Eric however watched them split the man's throat before throwing him overboard. This Eric closed his eyes for a moment to say a quick prayer of respect till he heard yet another stand up to him which once opened his eyes to see Hades go to this one of opposed on his offer. The Huntsman though heard the last one say he would serve and wondered if this was a fool, a coward, or both.

Eric though now had Hades standing before him to realize that he could seem to tell of a man being near dead or dying which he put that as a mental note to himself. He seemed unphased by the man's demanding tone. Though he wondered what would happen if he used the advise that Killian gave him. Inwardly rolling his eyes decided to use it. Kill Killian if he lived to see the fool of a Pirate. "Killian sends me to settle his debt." Eric responds to the man's question

Hades pauses for a moment as he just heard what he thought he heard. "What is your purpose here?", he smoothly repeats the question, just to be sure.

Eric didn't seem to change his expression but wondered why he was asking this question again. So reluctantly answered again. "Killian sends me to settle his debt."

Hades couldn't believe his ears. Killian Jones tried to get out of the debt. No wonder. "Did he, now?", he rhetorically asked with a nod. "I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer", he told Eric as his expression turned stern.

Back on the realm, Killian watches through his spyglass, just before he sees the dark god turn to look directly at him. As soon as he does, Killian proceeds to put the spyglass away, but Hades suddenly appears a few feet across from him. "Oh", the pirate simply said in slight surprise. "You have a debt to pay", Hades darkly tells him. "You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement!", he continued as he started to walk at him, making Killian walk backwards. "Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon", Killian tried to explain in a casual manner. "Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless! Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Killian Jones?", Hades asked him, knowing that Killian had to pay, even though the pirate himself tries to talk his way out of the situation. "You have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship is already over there", Killian continued to rationalize while pointing to the Flying Dutchman in the distance. "One soul is not equal to another", the god pointed out. "Aha! So we've established my proposal is sound in principle, now we're just haggling over price", he knew where he was going with this. "Price?", honestly, the god was now confused. "Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?", Kiillian asked him in a casual manner. "One hundred souls", Hades slowly answered with a smirk. "You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the lad, I'll get started right off", Killian happily announced, but he didn't expect the next part. "No!", Hades suddenly said, not done with the deal yet. Killian grimaced in slight disappointment. "I keep the male; a good-faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine more to go", the god taunted. "Have you not met Eric Odinson? He's noble, and heroic. Terrific soprano. Worth at least four, maybe three and a half", again Killian was jumbling numbers. "And did I happen to mention...he's in love", he added slowly, getting Hades' attention. "With another. Due to be consorted; betrothed", now he was walking around him, trying to get into his skin. "Dividing him from his love would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony, aye?", he asked, knowing that the god will crack. However, it didn't last long. "I keep the male. Ninety-nine souls", he announced, confirming. Killian lowered his head in disappointment. "But I wonder, Jones, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man? A friend? To a lifetime of servitude, in your name while you roam free?", just to be sure if Killian is alright with this. Killian seems to be deep in thought for a moment. "Yep!", he suddenly said. "I'm good with it", he nodded. "Three days", Hades reminded him before he disappeared. Killian felt pain on his hand as he looked to see the dark spot fade completely. "Three days", the god darkly repeated in the wind. Thinking for a moment, the pirate ran towards the loading dock.

Back at the hub, Fandral was recruiting new sailors for their crew since they were a bit low on people. Bard was sitting nearby with his boots on a table while going through the Navigation Charts, turning a few pieces. "...sooner than you think. Sign the roster", Fandral told the new recruit as he signed the paper that was next to the blonde warrior. "How're we going?", Bard called without looking up from the charts. "Including those four? That gives us at least - four!", Fandral informed him. Turning to the next candidate in line, "And what's your story?", he asked. "My story...", a deep slurred voice answered. "It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the Seven Seas", he began. Bard, who has been listening, pauses on his examination and looks to the man before Fandral. "The pursuit costed me, my crew, my commission, and my life", he continued began grabbing the rum bottle that was next to Fandral, taking a swing of it. The male was Eomer. Captian of Asgard's royal guard. He looked not to be in good shape since his face was covered in sweat and soot. "Captain Eomer?", Fandral asked, dumbfounded. "No, not anymore, weren't you listening?!", Eomer snapped. Swiftly, knowing that it was time to get out, Bard put the charts back in their holster. "I nearly had you all. I would have, if not for the storm", the ex-captain sternly told Fandral while looking at him dead in the eye. "You didn't try to sail through it?", Fandral asked him, knowing that it couldn't be true. Eomer ignored the question. "So do I make your crew, or not?", he grilled at him. "Oh, you haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice!", he taunted before he tilted the table over, knocking Fandral over. The commotion made everyone stop what they were doing as the festive music faded, while everybody stared at the altercation. Bard swiftly and silently tried to make his escape. "So am I worthy to serve under Captain Bard of the seas?", Eomer rhetorically announced to everybody in the room.

Loki sat at one of the tables in the pub by himself as he kept his eyes out but nursed a drink in the mug he kept a hold of. He was never to alcoholic drinks, even when he visited Eric in Asgard, he would have very little. Having been looking from where he was to Fandral and Bard, he had noticed that within their time of being there, that they got four recruits to be crew members for the Black Pearl. Though when one came over to be the fifth, the Jotun looked over to this candidate to see what seemed to be a familiar face. He looked rather surprised once he remembered. Eomer was here? What happen to him? Loki thought to himself.

Loki could tell this was going bad already with the way he was acting. It was hard to believe that this was Eomer. However as he was going to get himself killed at this rate. Loki got up from the table and his seat. Without Eomer's knowledge, walked near him to stop him if need be. Hopefully with the commotion made, he could stop this from escalating.

Bard was about to move away, but a blade of a sword was swiftly swiped to stop him, just brushing against the skin of his neck. Bard stopped his walking as he felt the metal. "...or should I just kill you now?", Eomer slowly and coldly asked the sailor before Bard sighed in disappointment and annoyance. Really, this wasn't going to get him anywhere. He proceeded to move under the blade, but the sword kept its previous position at his neck. He couldn't help, but give a chuckle. "Your'e hired", he spoke, hoping to get out of this. Eomer made a chuckle of amusement. "Sorry. Old habits and all that", he said as the sword was about to dig any deeper into the flesh of Bard's neck.

Loki moved closer, becoming a shadow of sorts as he watched this encounter. Emerald eyes on Eomer as he had a sword pressed to Bard's neck. Seeing that this was going to stop and was started to escalate even more, Loki held up two two finger, weaving his magic to Eomer's sword and backed the sword away from Bard's throat, however having crashed the sword, breaking a bottle of Rum.