Uban might have just been tired still, or maybe he was just enjoying the moment and the wine, but he was far slower to the uptake on the sudden shift of events than everyone else. He was never as lightning fast as Wheel, or even Rohaan, who both seemed to have sharp senses and quick reflexes, but he wasn't always this slow. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he resolved to actually get some good sleep after this, and before they honed in on their prey. Presently, however, he rose to his feet in a ready stance, holding his lute by the neck as if he might use it like a club. It would be a crying shame to damage it, but since that's what he had in his hands, he wouldn't think twice about splintering it into someone's face. 

Blessedly, Berlin was both attentive and quick. He didn't think Berlin used his magic on the boy. Damn, he was a bold man. Kaga-met, however seemed to take the whole situation in stride and with a measure of grace. Rohaan, the little unpredictable rogue, was a powder keg, and if Kaga-met had responded poorly, Uban darkly guessed they'd be on their way to the bottom of the ocean in a half-charred ship by now. He was either a really smart man, or the crew of the Swift was desperate for help. Maybe both.

Rohaan was bristling, a tempest confined to the flesh of a man. In his eyes lay the wrath and hatred born of pain and fear, and in his blood ran the power to sink ships and sow chaos. Yet he kept that at bay for the moment. He did not immediately answer Kaga-met, and he did not accept the offered hand. Berlin, at least, never expected he would take it. The fact that the shifter was speaking to the strangers was notable enough. Instead, Rohaan put out his free hand to Berlin. "A knife, Ca-mm."
Berlin did not hesitate or question this, though he wasn't entirely sure where it would lead. He did know for a fact that if Rohaan wanted to cause damage to these people, he wouldn't do it with a knife, so he took his from his belt and handed it over hilt first. Their eyes met for a long moment.

Rohaan spoke in vokurian: [I]"Let go of me."[/I]
Berlin inclined his head and responded in kind. [I]"This is a precarious situation you've put us all in. And we'll have words about this later. Can I trust you, Rheoaan?"
"If I have to trust you, you have to trust me."[/I]
Berlin nodded slowly. The lad had a point. Though he had a responsibility to govern the child, he also knew trust meant nothing if it was not mutual. He let go of Rohaan's wrist.

Rohaan's eyes went back to Kaga-met, and as he stared unblinkingly at the older man, Rohaan brought the tip of the knife to the fleshy back of his hand between his thumb and forefinger, pressed the edge hard into the skin, and drew the length of the blade across it. Silver blood welled up and dripped from the cut; Rohaan held up the injured hand until a single drop fell to the deck. He spoke Vokurian once more, for he did not have the eloquence in Carisian to do his meaning justice. And anyway, it felt wrong to perform a ritual like this in any but his native tongue. Since he glanced at Berlin, the captain translated for Kaga-met. [I]"This pact is sealed in blood. Break it, and blood will be your price."[/I] With that, Rohaan huffed and returned Berlin's knife before storming off down below in search of something to wrap his hand with. He might have promised not to eviscerate them, but he didn't have to be happy about it.

It was only after he'd found a strip of clean cloth and sat down on the floor with it that he released the adult form he'd been holding and reverted to his natural one. Vaguely, some part of him thought Hana ought to look at his cut, but he didn't feel like asking her right now. He'd go back up there eventually, mostly because he knew that's where the food would be and because he wasn't about to let any stupid stranger keep him away from his weird, adoptive family. This was HIS home, not theirs, after all. But he needed a moment before he went back into that storm. He fumbled with the bandage, but his hands were shaking. Eventually, he got up and went into the galley where Pieter was preparing the fish, unceremoniously holding out the bandage and his silver-streaked hand. "Kia'se..." [I]Help.[/I] His voice was soft, and he didn't look Pieter in the eyes. His anger had cooled a little and he looked emotionally spent.

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There was a tense, electric silence after Rohaan's footsteps faded down below, but these were the moments where Uban excelled. He simply sat back down and started to play his lute as though nobody had made any death threats or blood oaths. Berlin let out a pent breath, silently giving praise for Uban's unflappable good nature. "Honestly, that's the best you'll get out of him," He told Kaga-met. "Children..." he sighed, as if having to talk a kid down from [I]eating people[/I] was a normal, relatable aspect of child-rearing. "Anyway, how long have you been tracking this scum? Do you know their number?" Berlin knew his crew was more than capable, but it heartened him to not only have allies, but ones who might be more familiar with their dangerous foe than he.