[center][h1][color=yellow][i]SS Libertalia[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

Captain Joss "Mutiny" shrugged before bellowing. [color=darkred]"What'd you say, lads? Should we allow our former Cap'n here his last meal?"[/color] The crew replied with hearty yeas and scornful laughter. [color=darkred]"Well then, let him have the fish that most deserves to be his dinner."[/color] The sailors cheered and mocked as the most odious, foulest, rawest fish was brought forward and thrown into the cell, eyes and scales and all. It definitely wasn't a culinary delight, but the fishbones were in there.

The crew then "politely" brought their "guests" for the feast up on deck. The food was good and the pirates were certainly merry. Cicero and Gwyn stayed tense and alert though throughout the night. Graves ended up falling asleep from his "medication" along with the four others who'd shared in the "medicine".  The rest, especially the Captain, focused on their grog. Chrom became more boisterous as the night wore on, bragging about all matter of exploits. The others entered greater and lesser degrees of intoxication and sleepiness.

After a while, Gwyneira figured now was the chance to find their equipment and potentially get their other potential ally out of his cell. Whispering her plans to Cicero with a plea to call for help if he got into any sort of trouble, Gwyn snuck away and headed towards the Captain's cabin.