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Estrelas yelped at the word 'crack.' The ocean did look friendly, but... What was down there in those murky depths?

She had rarely been far out in the ocean. Most of the time, she stood, looking about at a calm expanse of blue serenity, dotted by white waves and the cry of seagulls...

But to be inside of the ocean, totally at its mercy, but disturbing to her.

"Don't.... Say... CRACK!" she houghed.

There was something bad in there. Maybe the Manager. Maybe someone sent by the Manager. Maybe a monster that would eat them, or something. Anything was possible with the l.o.t.u.s. And, robot though she was, Eponine was definitely vulnerable to a mouth full of pointy teeth.

"Let's go in," she agreed, not believing that those words were coming out of her mouth. Her nails gripped at the mirror in her hand so tightly, a few scratches appeared in the glass. "Estrelas...do you have any more of those trinkets?" Hey, a few superstitious charms wouldn't hurt. The monster might even get distracted by the shininess.

"Tis only one way to find out love." Shane replied. Feeling like it should at least be a man who took the first steps, he cautiously stepped out of the boat and onto some of the wreckage. Testing the boards gently with his toe before putting his weight onto it, surprisingly he found the first few boards sturdy enough to hold him.

"Sure, and I've not died yet, so, time to explore right?" He smiled at the two girls and wondered if it would be better to split off into groups maybe? Get the job done faster... as long as Estrelas and Eponine weren't grouped together... and that wasn't only because they were the females...

"Wraith?" Eponine frowned. "Who does Shane go with?" Although she sensed this was not the prime issue at the moment; why had Wraith stopped? She was too far away to see the pirate at his throat.

"Wraith?" she repeated in an anxious tone, edging forward a few steps. Maybe he'd seen someone? Maybe the someone was the Manager? Maybe -

Shane wondered for a moment if he was the only one who didn't realize that the man was INDEED a pirate, and that yes he was in definite fact holding a blade to Wraith's throat. Feeling the need to educate his partners, he slowly raised his hands into the air. "Eponine, Estrelas, loves... that IS a pirate, so if you both would be dears and show them that you are unarmed, that'd be... a good thing."

Didn't he know!? Wasn't he only thinking that this couldn't just be a normal mission? No, they had to be abducted by bleeding pirates! Now what the ******** were they supposed to do?

Sure, and that explains the wreckage at least. Too bad we may not get back to shore to let the townspeople know. Well... at least it wasn't a ghost, not like I believed that or some such thing...

If the situation hadn't be so dire, Shane would've laughed at Estrelas' display of 'holy' power. Somehow, if they made it out of this situation he'd be forced to tell the tale to Moira... that's if'n they get out of the situation. Shaking his head slightly to ward of a chuckle he schooled his mouth into a steady line.

"Estrelas, lass, that be a human same as you or me. No amount of holy items is gonna have him turning tale dear." The words came out even and calm, but Shane could feel his heart rate thumping. It could be quite possible that the portugese woman was only making the situation worse, unless... she killed the man with laughter or something...

"On your side? Afraid not, loves."

Flashing them his toothy grin once more, he was amused at the strange woman brandishing all manners of objects at him. Amused, but confused all the same. This man he had in his grasp though, he seemed to be worth his weight in gold. He could even see a gold ring and thin gold chain around the man's neck.

That other, large man, from the Isles by the sound of it, seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on.

His eyes widened as he heard a shout of "goblin!" and saw some sort of bottle come hurtling towards him. Not wanting to let his prisoner get away, but not wanting to get nailed in the head by a woman either, he turned in a strange manner to avoid the bottle. While managing to keep the knife on the man's neck, the pirate was disoriented for a few minutes.

Wraith, now quite awake, saw his chance. While he hadn't taken the green leafy thing from Estrelas a few moments ago, instead looking at her as if she had gone mad (which he quite believed now), he had taken a cross from her before they had left shore. Deftly turning, he smacked the man in the head with the large, holy relic, and as the pirate crumpled to the floor, stunned, Wraith ducked out from beneath his grasp.

Turning the cross over in his hands, he held it out to Estrelas. "I should try being superstitious myself sometime. Never know when it'll come in handy."

Hearing a large, creaking noise, Wraith turned to look behind him. A magnificent mahogany ship approached them, as suddenly as though it had risen out of the water. It white sails fluttered and stretched taut as wind filled them, and a leering skull and crossbones graced the highest mast. It seemed the pirate had not come alone.