Xil'jier picks at his teeth with a bone toothpick. He had just traded one of the sea melon seeds for a nice fresh tuna. It tasted like steak once cooked on his sun grill and the dash of coal spice he had been saving gave it a nice kick. The Dark elfs stomach quite often directed him in his travels. 

The tradeing is starting out a bit slow but the company of people other then his half brother has a strange comfort to it, even if it is with the enemy. The rogue has been taught all his life,  since before the big wave that other races where the enemy. He was on a raiding party when the wave hit. He has killed so many "enemies" in his life that he has become numb to it. Killing is what you do. Xil'jier leans back and puts his hands behind his back resting on the mast post.

Corvax silently meditates sitting in a strict posture. He knows his brother gets antsy, he never could wait for any length of time without  making trouble. He peeks open his eyes and looks over at his older brother. It was too many people to attack so he knew he wouldn't do that, but will he try and steal is the question. 

A loud crack of lightning in the distance was both the sound of salvation and the sound of doom. Rain brought fresh water, but the storm that followed will knock the fresh water out of your boat or contaminate it with splashing Sea water nine times out of ten. 
  The sound causes everyone to react. The gray cloud in the distance slowly grows in size as it drifts closer. The Drow brothers have been lucky with fresh water. Stealing it here, collecting it there. Always just in time. They had stolen a tinker built water desalination device but the filter got clogged and was thrown over board in a fit of rage when it couldn't be fixed. They have been looking for one ever since. They had found one for sell at the last shanty town they found but it was over priced and the only one left. Xil'jier tried to steal it but it didn't turn out well. Xil'jier was even wounded. Good thing Drow heal fast.