[center][h2][color=f26522]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/h2][/center]

Cicero woke with a start, coughing uncontrollably. Graves' "technique" had done the job, albeit delayed. When his coughing finally subsided he glanced around the living quarters. His eyes just beginning to adjust. [color=orange]"Where am I?"[/color] He tried to move his shoulder, but felt very stiff in most of his joints. His right shoulder and left leg were bandaged, and his neck had some crude stitching done to it for a particularly nasty gash. Apparently the journey to this place had been harsh indeed. However, Cicero could not remember what had happened after he grasped Gwyn. Where was she? Was she okay? And what happened to their mysterious stranger? It took some work before he finally grunted into a sitting position. 

Cicero noticed Gwyn and breathed a sigh of relief, [color=orange][i]"Good. She's alive,"[/i][/color] he thought to himself. He nodded at her and asked, [color=orange]"Are you alright?"[/color] Then he turned to Graves who had made his way near the stairs. He really had no idea what was going on. Though, with the rocking movements of the living quarters he began to suspect they were on a vessel of some kind. He had not yet noticed the man behind the bars.

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[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/55/a4/2d/55a42d4726b9d025c0e20729530b35d5.jpg[/img][/center]The sounds of footsteps above came to an abrupt halt. They heard some [b][i][color=darkred][u]muffled noises[/u][/color][/i][/b] for some time. Then it erupted into loud cheers. They all heard the sound of locks being unfastened and chains being removed. The door above was unlatched as moonlight pierced through the opening. Men began to descend the stairs and brush past Graves unceremoniously. Some laughed to one another and others smiled malicious grins. They all stood near the stairwell in a rough formation. 11 of them in total. After this, a final set of footsteps could be heard descending. It was long and drawn out, but the wooden boards creaked beneath the weight of them. When the individual reached the bottom of the stairwell the lanterns illuminated his features. A man of about 6 feet and 200 pounds.
[hider=Joss "Mutiny" Chrom][img]https://cache.desktopnexus.com/cropped-wallpapers/2350/2350504-1366x768-[DesktopNexus.com].jpg?st=_M1qj0hsDDyL1vVMp8Xgeg&e=1537564927[/img][/hider]All the crew immediately became silent as he cleared his throat. They heard a deep gruff voice address them, [color=brown]"I apologize on behalf of our former captain fer the dirtiness of our living quarters. E' never did care for the likes of us humble sailors, now did e' lads?"[/color] They gave out sounds of approval and one of the men spat in the direction of Dalious. Satisfied, the man continued, [color=brown]"The name is Captain Joss Crom of the [i]Libertalia[/i]. We found yer sorry selves floating on a raft made of ice."[/color] Some of the men's eyes widened at the mention of an ice raft, [color=brown]"Being the superstitious bunch we was, decided to pluck ya out of the drink and patch ya up. Courtesy of the kind doctor ere'."[/color] He gestured to a man with dirty hands and a black bandana around his head. He smiled a toothless grin. From Gwyn's perspective, it was clear the man was neither a doctor nor kind. 

Joss continued, [color=brown]"We is heading toward the Knight Isles. We plan on droppin' ya off at the closest port. No charge required. That's just the kind of folk we is, isn't it lads?"[/color] The crew nodded in approval and gave sounds of agreement once more. One of the men stared at Gwyn for the duration of the captain's speech. It made her uncomfortable to say the least. Some others shifted uncomfortably at the proximity of Graves to the stairwell and fumbled with the hilt of a cutlass once or twice.

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[b][i]Would the group go along with the plan? Choose to fight? Or perhaps something in the middle?[/i][/b]