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Madilyne growled lightly at the man's attitude and huffed. "Your knife against my axe." she said and swung the large weapon in front of her, pointing the tip at Steve. "Let's dance deckhand." she challenged.

Madilyne braced herself as Steve charged at her, waiting for the exact moment before quickly lifting her axe to block, his blade getting caught between the two sharp blades. She smirked a bit and twisted the handle of her weapon, wrenching his blade from his grip and causing it to fly a few feet away however she did not attack him with the intent to kill. She merely pushed forward, her handle hitting his chest hard.

Madilyne pointed her axe towards Steve. "It's just you and me deckhand." she said with more determination. "And as I, Madilyne May, first ever living creation of the great meister and professor Frank N. Stein, have defeated you then you will do as I say." she told him, a plan immerging in her head now.

"Hmmm.." Madilyne thought to herself. "You and your partner....sit against the mast." she instructed, using her in depth intelligence and mind to form a plan as she went.

Madilyne didn't respond to his question at first and instead trotted over to a barrel that had a bundled bit of rope on it. She then returned to the two and used the rope to tie them tight against the mast where they sat. She then took the bandanna Steve wore and tore it in half, tieing one around his mouth and the other around Morgana's so they could not yell for the captain before she was ready. "Dissecting isn't that bad." she stated as she made sure the knots were tight. "Father does it to me quite often...and now thanks to you two I will have a regular screening." she huffed a bit and stood straight. The black ooze was still leaking out of her wounds and her head was a bit swivly still. She groaned a bit and used the time she had to fix herself, taking a long needle nearly three inches and using a spool of thick black thread she pulled from her pockets to sew each wound shut again then fix the stitching around her neck. The wound she sewed across her stomach was difficult since there was already stitching there from where she had indeed been dissected many times before but after several moments she managed to sew it shut. Once done she stuffed the needle and thread back into her pockets before looking back at the captains door. She would have to get her eye later, right now she had business. With the stealth of a cat and the speed of a squirrel she quickly climbed up the mast on the other side of where the two deckhands were tied, remaining out of sight until her moment to attack.

Madilyne heard the commotion coming from the captain's quarters and clung perched near the middle of the mast, her axe dug slightly in the wood and her clinging to it with her good arm to keep herself up there. She tried focusing on her detatched eye that was still under a desk or something in the room to see if she could get vision but alas saw nothing but darkness. All she could do was wait until they came out to make a move.