Berlin smiled and looked over Kaga-Met's shoulder towards the man's er...ship. "I can imagine." [I]Does that thing feel pain...? Just how sentient is it?[/I] "I'm sorry to say it's not excellent tea, but it serves well enough. Do you like mint?" Sometimes it was hard to believe he was a pirate with the way he acted. Most people who saw him apart from his crew or his ship were sort of confused by the juxtaposition of his clothes and his manners. Berlin just knew how to talk to people, and he always said words were his best weapons. That and maybe a loaded pistol...

Rohaan trotted back up topside not long after with a beat-up wooden tray that looks like it'd kissed fire at one point or another, and a mismatched set of wooden and chipped ceramic mugs stacked beside a small black kettle. He set this down on an upturned crate that he kicked irreverently into place. He looked to Berlin, who nodded his approval, and then the lad went to go sit on the gunnel next to where Uban leaned against it. The man was ready and capable of engaging in a fight if he had to, but he was deeply hoping he wouldn't have to. Rohaan pushed an apple into his hand that he seemed to have procured from nowhere.
"Sweet Tevira lad, you're the best," Uban whispered back. 

Berlin was just pouring tea into his collection of sad, mismatched cups when he saw tentacle-lady's spear lift. His blood ran cold for a second, and his brain raced. What happened? Hadn't it been going well? Hadn't--he took a look around, quickly counting heads. Rohaan, Uban, Hana, Pieter...

Wheel. 
Damn. DAMN. Berlin felt a sudden rush of hot, boiling anger rise up in him but he held it in check, and the only evidence of it was a quiet storm behind his eyes. This was a delicate situation and that was a sure fire way to screw it up. He'd box his ears later though when he didn't have to play host.  

Berlin smiled tersely, and if he let a bit of his magical charm loose while he did it, he could hardly be blamed. He slowly set the mug and kettle down and spread his arms in a placating gesture. "Easy now, there's no need for weapons among allies." He emphasized that last word a bit. "[I]Wheel."[/I] He kept his voice reasonably low, but it had an edge to it that Berlin rarely used. "Stand down." Again, he did not bark, but the restraint in his tone made it seem to his experienced crew like he'd shouted.  "The only bloodshed here will be the blood of slavers. We've got a common goal, Kaga-met. I assure you I'm more interested in my quarry than fighting you and yours."