Mushuro hadn't heard the newcomer, as he had long ago jumped, climbed and scrambled his way onto the merchant ship, all unnervingly quickly and without ever making a sound. He had done all of this, naturally, because he felt that strolling up the dock to the ship and boarding from the gangplanks was a ridiculous idea. Sure, he was a pirate and pirates were bold and challenged the world while they laughed and probably were the sorts to attack a ship head on straight from the gangplank. But Mushuro was a ninja as well as a pirate, so instead of charging straight in he had leaped off of the docks and into the waters with not even the sound of a splash, from there swimming to the ship's side under cover of the docks and surfacing to climb up the side through previously mentioned jumping and scrambling before ultimately tumbling onto the deck itself.

Once there he moved from crate to crate and barrel to barrel as various merchant-sailors shifted them about, using his speed and shortness to always remain [i]just[/i] out of view, almost making a game of it all to barely avoid being seen by the busy workmen and gathering as much as he could about them while he moved. They seemed hard-working as far as sailors and merchants went, and Mushuro could tell that their swords were barely used. He hadn't yet spied any rifles or pistols, which seemed like a good thing too.

Mushuro paused for a minute and took a bottle of something (rum?) from a crate that had yet to be re-sealed, pouring out its' contents and slipping a scroll and some ink in a waterpoof container from one jacket pocket and a brush from another pocket. He wrote down his general findings about the crew's numbers and his observations on them, the general layout of the ship and how difficult he thought taking it would be (personally not very) before slipping the length of scroll into the bottle and corking it, then tossing it with all of his ninja strength. The message-in-a-bottle whizzed through the air, and if he was as good at bottle-throwing as he was at shuriken throwing, would land right nearby his new party of friends in plain view.

That done, it was time for phase two of his brilliant ninja-plan to help seize control of this new vessel. It was a wondrous and cunning plan he had devised, oh yes. A plan so devious in its' nature, so intricate and manipulative in its' mechanisms, that if Grampa Hanzo knew Mushuro had come up with then he might even be a little bit proud, even if he'd probably kill Mushuro afterward. Yes, now was certainly time for that plan.

The little boy clad in what some people had described as "Panda Pajamas" suddenly popped up out of a barrel next to the sailor who was supervising the others, "Hi there Mistah! My name's Mushuro Hattori an' I'm gonna take over your ship so I can go to sea and plunder booty as a pirate! Yarrrrrr!~" Mushuro smiled as cheerily as he could through his mask and did his best to invoke every fiber of potential adorableness in his being, though he was dripping with seawater.

Yes, it was one of the Hattori Clan's Secret Techniques!: [b]Deception Jutsu[/b]-[i]Mewing Tiger Cub![/i]