Joseph considered Elissa’s words as he left the room and made his way through the ship, she was particularly torn up by the turn of events, [i]perhaps having women aboard wasn’t such a good idea..[/i]

This whole thing was supposed to be a straightforward kidnapping-get-the-ship-back job, how had it developed into this? Rhea was pissed to boot, too.

Rhea shook her head gently and glanced at the surgeon before looking ahead out to sea, she gripped the ships wheel, “it has nothing to do with jealousy” she began, ok, that was a half-lie, but jealousy wasn’t her entire motive, “this one is different, Adam, she knows something… a lot, maybe and it could change him” the surgeon perhaps seemed to concur, but decided that making a start on his duties was in order, “where does that leave us, Adam? Think about it!” she called after him as he strolled off.

Joseph arrived on the main deck, he could see Rhea at the ships wheel. There was a shipmate struggling to control and secure some rigging, Joseph assisted before looking back to Rhea, he felt somewhat nervous to confront her, but also furious she should make orders on the ship without his command, he strode across the deck and up the stairway to meet her, “what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, Rhea knocked the brim of her hat up to glare back at him, “getting us to France, like you ordered, Captain” she replied sarcastically, her tone antagonised Joseph and he knocked one of her hands from the wheel, Rhea drew her flintlock with her now free hand, she’d turned most of the way to face him with the weapon pointed to his gut. It was already loaded and fully cocked, indicating she’d been prepared, perhaps anticipating this altercation. Joseph was not prepared, he stood searching her eyes for some explanation when a muffled, pained scream penetrated through the ship, one of the crew scrambled above deck shouting something about sirens, or spirits, or something of the likes.

[i]What the hell now?[/i]