Blackout
Smough's Flagship
Casts a curious glance at Gaul. Then to Blaze who berates him. After a moment of look back and forth between the two he kneels to check Flame again. When Flame jolts upright Smough chuckles slightly. He lies her back down on the deck with a pillow under her head.
"Eh, I prefer opportunistic naval commander. But, I've been called worse." He sits back on the deck. And gives the signal to set sails once more. "I believe proper introductions are in order. I am Admiral Smough Ghat. I command the Storm Raiders. And yes. I am a practicing surgeon master and doctoral healer." Smough stands and walks over to the railing.

Smough sets himself on a tied barrel as they crest a wave and are break into open waters. They are in sight of the shoreline and headed south. A seemingly unnatural wind ushers them on. As Smough packs a pipe with tobacco he enjoys the strong sea breeze.
"So. What are the names of the brave,fierce, and mighty Mountain Breakers. And what led you to find yourselves in such a predicament?"

Before anyone can answer Raia has appeared on the back of her Great Wolf. Chron chuffs aggressively. She levels her rifle bayonet at Smough's throat with one hand. With the other grips her pistol in its holster. 

Smough smiles smugly. "Hello there Warden. What brings you out this way?"
"Go check your fiends." Raia says to Sia who is riding behind her.
"They're fine I assure you." Smough answers pretending to be hurt.
"The word of pirate filth is about as trustworthy as pig shit. You profited off of the suffering of my people for nearly a year. And you expect me to trust you." Raia barks. Smough sucks his teeth.
"Now, that was just business. And as I recall you were more than happy for the steel that mountain produced. They may be brutes. But they held up a deal better than most others." Smough raises his hands in mock surrender. "I've got your women. I've got your goats. I return them to you unharmed, as a measure of good faith." Smough nods to the barge full of cheering women and bleating goats. While everyone was fussing over Flame he had them transferred. 
Raia eyes Smough suspiciously. She lowers her weapon. "If you try anything I'll cut you and your miserable bilge rats down without a second thought."
A deck scrubbing scrawny twig of a man raises his head. "Hey, I ain't miserable!"
"Cheers to that matey." Smough says and lights his pipe.