Sybil wasn't entirely sure what had happened herself.  Approaching the hellmouth out of curiosity, her hand was drawn to it.  An invisible force pulling at it, as if trying to drag her into the mouth itself, she fought against it and dug her feet into the soil until the barrier was closed.  Blinking in confusion, she could not answer their questions when she was asked.  Her eyes stared down at her hand in awe, not sure whether she should be pleased at this new development or afraid.  

Attention snapping upward to the vampire flying overhead, Sybil's eyes narrowed and a flash of anger sparked behind her eyes.  Fire illuminated in the palms of her hands as she stared upwards at it circling above, turning her body to follow its movements and prepare to set it aflame just as she'd done his brethren.  But there was a another concern that took precedence as the sun began to fade and the sky darkened into perpetual night.  The only light was from the lingering fires around them.  

Frowning as they spoke about her role in all of this, the witch shook her head in protest.  Everendall would not allow her to waltz up to the hellmouths unescorted—and would more than likely hire them again, showering them with all the gold and ale they could possibly want, to find some other way.  It was with great reluctance he let her go this time; she could see it.  And when she returned she had no doubt in her mind he would not be letting her out of his sight for a good while.  Most of the time, she didn't mind this—she even enjoyed it, relishing in delight the fact that he still harbored affection for her despite his attempts not to—but not when she was needed.  Not when it was important and integral for her to be elsewhere to bring back the sun.  Perhaps he would be able to see that.

They returned to the ship and the sailors sang their shanties as Sybil sat on a crate near the back, wind blowing through her hair as she inhaled the ocean air.  In her hand was a stream of water and she played with it, twirling it through her fingers and making it dance around her wrist until she grew bored and threw it back into the ocean.  She did not know what to expect when they returned to the city and found herself dreading it.

And it was about what she expected.  The world was in darkness and that included the kingdom of the elves though the bioluminescent trees and plants lit the paths to the castle.  King Everendall sat on his throne, a look of disapproval on his face as the pirate crew entered the room.  There was a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile threatening to break through once he saw Sybil, but he kept it from reaching his face.  “You were supposed to close the hellmouth,” he stated.  The fact the sky was dark indicated that they'd not only failed their mission, but the beasts were free to roam the realm now whenever they pleased.  

“We did, Your Majesty,” Sybil spoke up, stepping forward to ease done of the disdain he showed to the crew.  

His tense shoulders relaxed slightly as he fixated his gaze on her, but he kept his stern reproachful stare fixated on her.  “And?”

“And we need to close six more.  The sun will not return until we do.”  The witch grimaced slightly as she delivered the news, looking away from him.

“Absolutely not,” he declared, a tone of finality in his voice.  With a wave of his hand he motioned for them to bring in the barrels of ale that had been prepared for the crew as well as sacks of gold.  “Monster hunters,” he called for their attention.  “I appreciate that you have kept Sybil safe.”  There was a scoff from the young woman.  If anything, she felt she had been the one to keep them safe.  “I am well aware of her value, however, she will not be accompanying you on subsequent missions.”

A snap of his fingers, more ale was brought out.  “Though I do hope we can continue business and you will be able to close the remainder of the hellsmouths.  And, yes, I plan to pay accordingly to the dangers of this mission with more ale, gold, and equipment than you could possibly fathom.”