Joseph and the sailingmaster looked up from their documents as the dagger plunged into the ship’s wheel with a thunk, [i]what in the…?[/i]; Joseph inspected the opposite side of wheel and dislodged the item from the polished wood, he read the inscription, slightly bewildered, but this, coupled with anger from the damaged wheel flung Joseph into a rage, “who’s is this?! Who has thrown this?!” he roared without a breath, he knew it wouldn’t have been any of his crew, but considered it impossible to have come from the girl - he looked over to see her making an astonishing resistance and Pete scuffling with her down to the lower deck. Joseph handed control of the vessel to the sailingmaster and stormed down onto the main deck, he re-read the inscription - it made no sense, he followed them below deck. Joseph met with Pete struggling to contain the woman, he really was too kindly for his size sometimes, and Miss Bishop was quite hysterical, “what exactly is going on here?” he snapped, “Cap’n, I…” Pete began, Joseph brushed past him and gripped Elissa’s wrist tightly, “ENOUGH! So help me don’t make me hurt you!” he growled, “this? What is this? Is this yours?” he pressed, almost rhetorical, glaring at her and waving the small dagger around, whatever she was up to Joseph was not going to stand for it, “you know what I don’t have time for these games” he snarled, wedging the dagger into some folds of cloth around his waist he then proceeded to drag Elissa to her quarters, once inside he released her roughly. The Captain forced out a breath of utter exasperation before removing his hat to draw his sleeve across his forehead, a scar across his right temple became evident, it disappeared under his hair. He stood, examining her for a moment, fury still filled his deep green eyes.