The corsairs had begun to encircle Eldayon and the rest of the remaining crew and passengers on the top deck. Forcing them into a small area. This was fine with the elf. He didn't have to constantly watch his back as there was somebody there already fighting a pirate. Of course he didn't trust the competency of the others there. If they were other Thalmor agents or Dominion soldiers, he could rest assured in their skills. These gaggle of survivors hardly seemed combat capable. Though they were holding their own. The altmer would deflect a blow from a pirate who swung his sword too wide. Eldayon was able to dispatch of his foe with a more conservative strike with his sword. Out here, out in the open space of the deck, Eldayon's skills as a veteran soldier would shine. He would parry and evade strikes made at him and counter them masterfully. Once he was able to throw off another pirate foolish enough to get in his way, he took stock of the situation. 

To the best of his abilities, he tried to figure out who were pirates and who, like him, were the crew and passengers of the Arslan's Fortune. The scene was chaotic. It was hard to make friend, or at the very least temporary allies, from foes. However the first figure he spotted in the fray was an elderly Dunmer fighting the pirates not too far from him. 

'A fellow mer. By the eight.' He thought silently. 

He maybe of Velothi stock but he would take him over the Redguard and Imperial pirates any day of the week. Speaking of Redguards, here was one nearby the Dunmer. He didn't seem like a pirate. He was actively fighting them too. A sellsword perhaps. Still any arms that fought with him was welcomed. 

Eldayon's anger would truly flare when he spotted a special someone on the deck. The captain himself. The altmer felt a swell of rage when he found the man. He quickly broke off his stance and ran towards him. 

"You there!" Eldayon yelled through the noise around him. Though the man didn't seem to acknowledge the Justiciar. That might because he was too busy stabbing a pirate. Then in a supreme show of arrogance that only a high elf could muster, he began complaining to the man fighting for his own life. 

"I paid you extra in the promise that you would keep me safe! That was 300 Septims! I could have bought my own ship with that money! But you sailed us through a storm and now we're dealing with buccaneers! As soon as we reach land I will demand compensation!" Eldayon yelled out defiantly. Amidst the raging battle, this lone Thalmor agent had turned his back on the fighting to air out his frustrations. 

It would have been the end of him too. A pirate slipped past a sailor and ran towards the black-robed Eldayon. Being a bit taller than most folks on the deck and wearing his distinct black and gold robes, he stood out like a sore thumb. A sword almost went through his gut if fate had not intervened. The ship exploded and it threw both Eldayon and would-be killer a foot or so into the air. They both landed against a mast. Eldayon's landing was greatly cushioned by the pirate now behind him. He groaned as his vision became blurry. He tried to move his hands. He quickly gripped his sword and clutched onto it tightly. He tried to stand up, but even with his padded fall, he found his legs too sore to brunt his own weight at the moment. 

"Auriel, Trinimac, Mara... God's blood whoever is out there. Save me." He raggedly whispered a prayer. Everything after seemed hazy to him. His fate was in the hands of the gods now. He wished them to be merciful to him in his time of need.