Oh this had really been something. The ship flying through the air and the jester being, well, herself. Whatever tale she told was bollocks and a half but Reemes liked it anyway. the best part of any good story was how much of it was complete nonsense. You didn't tell a good tale without some embellishment and having a bit of fun with it. He admired that in her. She was always willing to turn the disbelief up a few notches for good effect. 

Of course, there were other things to consider right now. There were rowers and boaters. They were being taken on board and probably not as slaves, too bad. You could really make some good money with slaves and most folk were only really good for slavery. Not everyone could be the legendary hand with a pistol and cannon like he was after all. Then again, he had spent centuries becoming the force he was. So, best to make sure the two would play nice on the ship and pull their weight. For right now best to leave the thinking of what exactly to do next to the floatin' wiz and the captain. He'd weigh in if they said something stupid, but, for now...

Reemes stepped up beside the disguised Koan and stuffed his pistol into his belt with a grunt and a stream of spit overboard. "Roit noxies!" He bellowed over the rail at the two in the boat. " C'm a'board y'filthy wreches! Slipper's a good boat, she is, an' we won't be 'avin' a lick of trouble from th'lot'o'ya, see?" he deftly drew his sword from his belt and spun the curved cutlass around his fingers with a wicked grin on his face. "Be good lil kullies an' ole Calico Reemes 'ere won't 'ave to give y'a smile six inches wide and four inches too low, see?" he drug the back of his blade against the soft underside of his throat, still smiling down at them. As the blade passed the end of his neck the blade burst into a brilliant ghostly flame before being sent through another whirling flourish around the fingers of his right hand. "Yeah?" 


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Reemes talks and informs the newcomers of the price should they not behave themselves. He activates the fire of his sword for effect.
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