After showing the short purple haired woman, to her room, the captain, waited on the deck of his ship, 'The Roast Beef' with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the remaining villagers of the city, celebrate their survival. There would be a hard time in front of them, but they weren't worried about that at the moment. They weren't worried about anything at the moment. All the cared about at that instance was the fact that they had managed to step out of death's grasps, and were currently free to wiggle their behinds in his face.. "Mark," the first mate said, stepping out of the shadows to stand by his captain. "Hmm?" The captain muttered, without without bothering to turn around "What is it Tim?" "The last of the pirates have been shown to their place to sleep on the ship." The captain gave a nod. "Are the preparations ready to cast off?" "Yes sir." Tim said with a nod. "It's just a matter of pulling up the anchor." "Alright." The captain held out his hand, and a flare gun was placed in it. "Get it done. I'll be at the wheel in a moment." "Yes sir." Tim said, with another bow before disappearing back into the shadows. With a sigh, the captain looked down at the flare gun. He checked the round, which was a fare indeed, and reloaded it. "Nice tries guys." He said, with a sigh. He raised the gun, and aimed towards the right of the town, towards a stone face which would hide the smoke and light from anyone in the village. The shot sailed true, and released a thin, blue line of smoke, which could go for days if it needed to. For a moment, Mack stood, and watched the sky, until he saw the first thin outline of the smoke crawling into the air before turning and heading to wheel the ship. --------------- Abbygail awoke with a groan. She wasn't in any form of pain. Just frustrated because, even with years away from the marines, she could still not manage to get herself to sleep in. "Hmmm?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes and slowly pushing herself out of bed. "What now?" There was a small bit of drool on her mouth she quickly wiped off. "Are we even moving?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes and getting out of bed to dress. "Feels like it?" It did. The ship wasn't large enough to hide the waves of the sea. Frowning, she slowly pushed the door to her sleep chamber open and looked around. There was nobody in the hall. "Hello?" She called, and waited for a moment. There was no response. "Damn it." She muttered, realizing that something was off. "I'm going to kick someone's ass. I swear it." She shook her head, and started walking to the left, where she was certain she'd be able to get to the deck, and find some answers. "Hey, you guys on here?" She turned her head to the left and the right as she walked. "Did they even get on board the ship?" She thought for a moment and shook her head. "I'm sure they did. I trust those guys." Frowning she continued calling out to her team. -------------------- Eventually, ABbygail the former marine made her way to the deck. "Oh." She sighed. Leaning on the ship's railing and looking around. "Oh this is just fantastic." The ship had definitely traveled through the night, but not the way they should've been. Instead of shooting freely through the ocean's waters as they should've been, the boat was being toed along by a marine ship. "Hey!" A gruff voice called from behind her. "What're you doing on here?" She turned and noted a marine private, a grunt, moving towards her. "Mark said there wasn't anyone else on board!"