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He paused for thought at this, patting his pockets for a little money.
"...Ale...I think...would be good." He said slowly, clearing his throat again as though that would dismiss the cracked and ruined sounds of his voice. Truth be told, he might make an amusingly quirky pirate. He'd tried rum once and didn't actually much care for it, neither smell nor taste.

Katherine was just savouring the delicious memories of the night's events when yet another ruffian smacked into her still aching abdomen. The captain was ready to unleash her full fury this time, but the poor sap was saved when she vaguely recognized the lad as a member of her own crew. This changed things, as a proper lashing would be more appropriate than a quick cuffing about the head for a ship's boy.

Katherine pondered exactly how many stripes would look good on Gabriel's back, but didn't get to pronounce judgement as the boy spoke before she could. She was rather amused when the lad jumped the gun and asked for a chance to explain himself, so Katherine reluctantly sat back down at her table and called for another round of drinks.

More interested in the rum than the boy, Katherine motioned lazily for him to sit down also. "Out with it, lad. I don't have all day. Night. Day...week."

Katherine stared at the boy with narrowed eyes. Was he completely mad, or merely drunk? Both were rather common cases aboard the Dementia, but the captain preferred to keep a mental list of who could still be trusted to man the helm without steering them into the magical land of ice pixies. It looked like Gabriel was shortly to be off this list.

Katherine nudged a mug over to the lad and grinned into her own as she realized he had successfully avoided punishment. After all, it wasn't sporting to hit an insane child, as much fun as it may be. "Well then, I'll be sure to have the crew fill their pieces with holy bullets." She said with a condescending smirk. "Why don't you run along and tell the master-at-arms to douse the armory in blessed water while you're at it, eh?"

On the verge of laughter, Katherine leaned back in her chair to see if the boy would follow orders, and the hilarity that would ensue if he did. The master-at-arms was not known for her even temperment, and it would be highly amusing to see her reaction to Gabriel's tale.

Rabbit turned slightly at the fuss, though he doesn't of course recognize Katherine, never having been so close to the Dementia or it's captain, he does perk up with interest at the heated conversation between Katherine and Gabriel, mostly at first wondering if it might not be a sign that the navy has followed them -here- as well, though instead he catches a few snippets of something different.
Phrases of 'cursed pirates' and 'mortal danger'. The womans scoffery actually makes him relax slightly as he stands up to help Fawkes handle the drinks. How after all would he know that Katherine isn't exactly the most sober judge of such things? Miyuki makes him tense all over again, for two reasons. First wondering for a split second if perhaps it was the mer-woman he -is- familar with, second because he realizes it isn't...and that she's watching the room.
If he could read her mind he'd give her his own thoughts on people's reactions to the mer folks, that it's not entirely how they look, although he finds it utterly understandable to be alarmed by someone so defnitively not human looking, and yet so close. It offends something of human sencibilities to realize that they've been mimiced, as though they'd been betrayed by nature itself as she carved something that looked sufficiently like them to be facinating, and then made it a hundred shades more dangerous. Graceful swift elves, Mer folk with their chillingly enchanting voices, which he's seen in action....dragon folk who he can only imagine....especially should they prove as strong as rumor has them.
The inhumans are frightening because they fit some primal slot in the mind that whispers that anything so powerful and trying so hard to look human -cannot-, by instinctual reason, mean anything but harm to the human race.
It's for the same reasons he never expects people to react to him with the welcome that Fawkes and Aurora have. The scar around his throat, livid and angry, shows a man that by rights should be dead...and secondly, associates him with elements that make many people's skin rightfuly crawl.
One does not, after all...hang an innocent or gentle man....or such would be the first though of most.

Rachel walked through the door and sighed, the blade at her side was shaking yet again. She placed a hand on the sheath and the blade seemed to calm down. She looked around the room for a moment and noticed a Merfolk woman in the tavern, however Rachel paid no further attention to the woman. Rachel wandered around the tavern for a while, until she spotted a familiar Captain, and a familiar french boy.

She walked over to the table and sat down, she then nodded to Katherine, "Captain," she then looked to Gabriel, "Gabriel," it was unusual to see Katherine with Gabriel. If her memory served her right, Katherine tended to hate children. "So, what brings both of you to the same table?" Rachel asked the two, hoping that one of them would give her a good reason for such an odd occurance.

Fawkes recognised the captain, but chose to ignore her for the time being. A drunk captain was not a clear headed one, and he wouldn't know if he had offended her. Instead, he called for three glasses of ale from the bartender and took one for himself.

"Hm... Another merfolk..." Fawkes said in a lowered whisper, looking at Rabbit. "Why do you think she's here? Kailani had said she was looking to join a ship, but another one?"

As more people began to enter the room, Miyuki felt herself tense. She knew that problems might be occuring soon, but didn't know if it was going to be in here.

For a short moment, the urge to leave was almost unbearable as she heard words about another merfolk came into her ears. This was something very unusual and almost rare that she would speak about. In her journey so far, she had only met her mother and that was the last Merfolk that she had seen, or even heard of. But, that didn't mean that others didn't like them at all.

She looked around, now feeling more uneasy, and looked for a empty table to sit, at and hopefully not get in any trouble. After all, who would Humans side with? That wasn't a hard question.

After looking for a short time, she found a table, still in the dark and sat quietly there and rested her forearms on the wooden counter before her and sighed in deeply, hoping a barmaid would come by soon.

Gabriel sighs, why did he even go to Katherine in the first place? He knew that Katherine hadn't read a book in her life, though it was strange that she hadn't heard of the legend at all until now. However she probably forgot it one night while she was drunk, she did get drunk often so it wouldn't be a suprise if she forgot her own name once in a while.

He looks over to Rachel, compaired to Katherine she was a bundle of infinate knowledge, of swords and other weaponry at least... Gabriel knew that Rachel's biggest interest is weaponry. That is a problem since the legend isn't about weaponry, it's about a ship of acursed pirates who roam the waters near Isla Olvidada. Would Rachel have the same reaction as Katherine, or would she actually wonder if this legend could be true.

Gabriel takes a deep breath and begins to tell Rachel the story, just as he did to Katherine only moments ago, making sure to tell the story with the exact same wording as he did with Katherine. He knew if he said something mildly different that Katherine would point it out by yelling like a fool. He quickly finished the story, and waited to see what Rachel would say about it.