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Ria. Ria wake up.

Elyria's eyes peeled open slowly, raindrops gently falling in fat drops onto her bloodied face. Hissing at the stinging ache she felt at the back of her head. She was in the arms of one of the crewmates. He looked down and smiled sadly, trudging up the ramp way to the ship.
The young Connor was at his side.

"Captain! You're awake."

She looked over at his dirty, soot smeared face. And everything came flooding back to her. Pushing off the man's chest frantically she fell to the deck, getting up on her feet.
Pip had made two men carry Sheik onto the deck so the Doctor could tend to his injuries. Elyria found him awake and propped up against a barrel, the Doctor gingerly removing the bullets from his chest and side to quickly clean out the skin and bandage him up.
When Sheik saw her he gave a small pained smile. "Ely...your'e alright." Sitting on her knees beside him she didn't speak a word, her voice still hoarse from the scream she had let out previously. Instead her hands lifted his palm to her lips for a kiss and pressed it to her cheek. Tears swelled in her eyes, but they did not fall.
She had stayed there until the Doctor finished his handiwork and moved on to the next injured man, a villager who had been badly burned by the fires.
Pip wasn't much of a Doctor but he tried his best to help Madrid with all the wounded people.

Elyria had stood up and walked among the dead, covered by sheets. Stopping at the one with Daneria and Sven looking down upon. She knew who was under there. Choking back a cry she tore the sheet off of her dead brother and looked at his face. Eyes closed, and mouth slightly parted. Zephyr looked as if he were just sleeping. Elyria covered her mouth with her hand, refusing to let those tears fall.
She had ordered for the crew to help the villagers, the rest of the night was spent burying their dead as was their custom. And burying those on the ship who had passed. All except Zephyr, whom the Captain guarded throughout the night in the rain.

In the morning, the rain had stopped. Clouds parting to reveal a blood red dawn.
A pyre was made by the crew atop a grassy knoll for the Quartermaster and his corpse set atop. Elyria stood next to it, face blank.
Seema had said a few words for his spirit, and a few men piped in to say their goodbyes.

"He was a true pirate, lived to the fullest and died young."

"One of the bravest among us."

"Will be remembered in history."

"I will always raise my tankard in his name."

"Had a good heart."

"el a fost inima mea și singura mea familie." Elyria finished, tossing a torch onto the pyre. Watching as the wood caught and blazed high.

"He was my heart and only family." She had said in Romanian. Though now, she knew this was no longer true. Her hand gently touched her belly where the child was growing.
Wondering if Sheik had heard her that last night.

Slowly, everyone dispersed. There was work to be done, the village needed to be rebuilt and the Seeker had been badly damaged by the Reds, they would not be leaving until it was in top shape once more. And with Sven's injuries that may take awhile.
Eventually only a few remained to watch the fire.

Elyria stayed there for hours, watching her brother's corpse turn to ash and fly away on the wind's gentle breeze.

I'll be with you Ria. I will.

Pip was one of the viewers who had stayed. Silently approaching his Captain he took her hand in his small one. He was uncertain as to why she held those tears in her eyes but not one fell to the earth at her feet. Thinking the only reason was because she needed to be strong for not just herself, but for the crew who needed her now more then ever.

He was watching her, and was the first to see the change.

Her amber eyes had turned from sorrowful, to a cold anger. Something snapped there, an unspoken rage fueled by hatred.

He had thought Elyria dangerous a moment ago, when she was powerful.

He was wrong.

Wounded and powerless over the loss of Zephyr, she is more dangerous then he could imagine.

"Get the men together, we need to make those renovations on the ship. Now."
Pip felt a chill go up his spine from the harshness of her voice.

"But-"

"We are going to go after those bastards, and take back what was ours."

Once the pyre had completely turned to ash and blew away leaving nothing did the Captain leave. She gave orders, even helped in rebuilding some of the village huts. Gathered flowers for the burials. And helped supervise as a few men cut cut down a tree for some logs that would be needed in fixing up the Seeker.
It wasn't until around noon did she board back up on the ship. Sheik had been taken to the quarters to rest. Upon entering the room her eyes immediately fell to Zephyr's bed. Feeling her heart sink she turned her head and sat on her own bed to check up on the Navigator.

Bracken had peeked out from under the covers. The corgi had been watching over him all this time. His tailless butt waggled happily, licking up her arm wen she reached out to pet him before the dog dove back down into the blankets to cuddle up next to Sheik's side. Rubbing his hand with her thumb she whispered quietly, "I really wish you'd wake up. I could use a smile from you right about now."

There was no hint of him waking up, clearing her throat she crawled across him to lie down in her spot beside the healing man, her head rested in the crook of her arm as she watched him sleep. Taking a deep shaky breath she spoke again, I wonder who the baby will look like the most. Will it have your hair or mine?" She paused to tuck a stray lock of his hair back into place.

"Boy or girl? Your eyes or mine? I hope it ends up being like you instead of me." She hoped that if she spoke to him enough it would rouse Sheik up, any little indication that he would be alright when she clearly wasn't.

> > > Sven nodded and gave her a look of exasperation. "I ain' liftin' a finger 'til we see Zephie off ta tha otha side." He said, and sighed.

After the funeral, Sven caught up with Dr. Madrid and Daneria. " 'Ey, guys. I'm gunna need a li'l help down in the engine room? I ain' gonn' do much good on one leg, eh?" The mechanic said. He noticed that the Doctor seemed a little... OFF... but he couldn't place it. He shrugged and figured that it was the loss of so many lives. "Would ya be okay wit' that, Doc, Cat Lady?" He asked, just to have the Doctor turn on him."I will help. But you are to stop calling Daneria by names other than her own. And you are to call me by my name too." Dr. Madrid said, much to the dismay of the Mechanic. " 'Ey, I call 'er Cat Lady 'r Kitteh 'cuz I can' say 'er name. Jus'... come wit' me, Madrid." He said, rolling his eyes and hobbling off to the engine room."

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The clouds were dark and gloomy, much like the Captain's mood. It rained on and off for days after Zephyr's funeral. Elyria stood at the helm, tight lipped with a now permanent scowl and her arms crossed over her chest. Ignoring the soft drizzle of rain that was passing by, sending droplets through her hair and down her cold neck.
The village had been successfully rebuilt with whatever lumber that could be salvaged, and the ship was ready for sail.
Everyone was saying their goodbyes to the villagers, Elyria had gone off on her own to look at the hill one last time. There were still remnants of ash here and there in the grass. Sitting on her knees, the Captain's fingers raked through the blades of green, collecting whatever little bit of ash remained, clenching tight into her fist.
Eyes shining a deadly silver she growled under her breath through her teeth.

"I will have my revenge."

She stood quickly and turned on her heels, coat flapping in the passing breeze.



"Hoist the sails! Man your stations, I want this ship in full throttle, do you understand me?!" The Captain bellowed as she stalked across the deck. With her Quartermaster dead and Navigator checked out, she was having to resort to a lot more tasks at hand.
The men moved as quickly as their able bodies would let them, fearing her hidden rage.
The Captain was using the locket to track down the Redcoat's ship. And they were catching up on the trail.
The men were starting to grow suspicious.

At times the Captain's eyes would turn blue and the moment she blinked they would revert back to the regular amber color. And somehow, she knew where to go after the enemy. The Reds were several days journey ahead of the Seeker, so the Captain's hidden knowledge of their whereabouts was more then an alarm to call strange.
When confronted about it she didn't hesitate to throw a punch, knocking the man out cold on the deck. She offered to let anyone else object her, no one rose to challenge.