Joseph had to refrain from smirking as Elissa wiped her hand on her dress; he hadn’t expected anything less from her. Huh, father eh? Well that sounded about right, she appeared to be as truly arrogant, entitled and utterly clueless as he’d expect from the daughter of the one Mr. Bishop - he had the feeling she didn’t quite fully understand the situation she was in, or perhaps she was trying to bluff her way out, in any case, she was about to experience a reality check.. he was just about to bring to light her particular predicament when Rat interrupted; Joseph observed the brief altercation with amusement and laughed loudly as the pirate hit the deck with a bloodied nose - a number of the crew were also entertained by this and teased from the side lines whilst they worked.

“I suppose he might have deserved that” he mused, drawing down his lips and nodding agreeably, “but I’m afraid you’re going to have to get along for the time being”, he smiled politely for but a moment, before his expression dropped and he gestured to a member of his crew - a middle aged rather burly, rotund man whom perhaps was not quite as unfriendly as the rest, “Pete, settle Miss Bishop in her quarters” he ordered, “aye aye Captain” the man confirmed, “GET HER OUT TO SEA LADS!” Joseph hollered as he turned away from Elissa, making his march once again along the deck to the ship’s wheel. The crew had already released The Morgue from her mooring ropes and pulled up the anchor, she was starting to move off. Pete took a firm grasp of Elissa’s arm and began to usher her to a cabin below deck.