[@Noodles]
"Traitors?"  Mark said, eyebrow raised up in a white flag of surrender.  "Who?  Us?"  He blinked again, but it was obvious the sleep in his eyes wasn't causing him to see things.  The woman in red really just launched a barrage of spears onto the already sinking ship, which again, didn't do much, on account of the ship, already going down, like a dried sponge.  

[@Shiyonichi]
The man's attention turned from the unwanted, and ultimately useless chaos towards the woman with the swords.  When she spoke there was little doubt she intended violence.  He couldn't tell if she'd enjoy said violence, but liking or not had nothing to do with the fact that she wasn't going to hesitate to use it as a means, possibly to an end.  

"Woah."  He held up his hands in surrender, paused, realizing he was the only one, and then took a step back to elbow his first mate in the ribs, so as to point out he should be doing the same.  "Woah there!"  He tried not to bark, but failed miserably.  "We didn't introduce anyone to anyone."  He shook his head for emphasis.  "All Tim and I did, was notice that marine ship over there, whose captained by a good, er, somewhat good, tenuously passable friend/ associate of mine."  He motioned with his chin towards the sinking marine ship.  "Got into contact with them, to see which way they were moving.  Saw we were both going in the general direction, and I got the guy to hook his up to his tanker there.  Figured it would save on fuel."

A short pause, as the man took a moment to try and swallow, in the ever likely chance it would be his last chance to do it.  "I didn't tell anyone marine about anything.  When we went to break, you all looked dead, and the marines on board didn't have a reason to go looking through the private quarters.  So it didn't same like you guys needed to be woken up and explained the situation in great detail."

[@Crimson Lion]
The old man murmured a little as Rainer moved up behind some objects so he wouldn't be able to see what was going on.  He was still out, but waking up wouldn't take as long as the pirates would've liked.  Despite the man's advanced years, he was still tougher than most of the younger marines, and wouldn't stay down for long.

Abbygail crossed her arms over her chest, took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as the spears rained down like exploding hale.  "It's not going to hurt anyone." She sighed.  "Everyone's off the boat."  She put her free hand in a pocket and shook her head.  "But if it'll get some of the pent up anger out of boomer, I say the needless act of destruction, is a win.  Agreed?"

[@grandia20]
"What was that?"  Abbygail said, noticing the sneeze.  Her eyes narrowed, and her blade appeared in her hand.  "That wasn't like any old man's sneeze I've ever heard."  Eyes narrowing further so they looked more like slits than orbs, the purple haired woman made her way towards the barrel.

Still with his hands in the air, Mark shrugged.  "These things happen, I guess, but, not to rain on anyone vengeance parade, it might be a good idea to let Tim and myself get to the wheel, on account of the fact that there's currently a marine ship sinking just a few yards away from us."  He motioned wiht his chin.  "It won't take the marines long before they call for help and get it.  And trust me, you guys don't want to be around when help arrives."