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Glancing about at the other officers, Syn chuckled to herself, not touching the platter of biscuits and coffee although it all looked so delicious. Tuslo made a grumbling squawk in her ear and she patted his head, ruffling his feathers. The advice and ideas thrown back and forth caught her attention and she realized that, as an officer, she was probably expected to give her feedback on this. But, that might not be the wisest thing to ask Syn, given her own unusual... circumstances. Tuslo still had a definite nervous air to him, not excited about the fact that pets weren't always allowed everywhere. Then again, he was a harmless parrot.

She raised her arm just a little, blackened nails visible. "With all due respect, Cap'n, I think leavin' the thinkin' ta the rest an' not me would be a good idea. Ye don't really need someone whose brain is a liddle... off giving her ideas. I'll take the orders, not suggest them."

She stirred her tea silently, listening to the men bicker. Her smile remained tucked behind her serious thought until she had heard Syn speak. She agreed with the woman that they were officers, there to take orders and keep their own thoughts to themselves.

But now her mind was shrewdly thinking of a way not to outrun, but to slide by without notice, even to cross with no hostility. Looking to the captain through her long lashes, her voice soft so others had to bend their ears to listen to her, she stated her own plan.

"What if we were to send a peace offering."

Well maybe, out of there confusion of a false peace treaty, could increase are chances of outrunning them successfully. Pirates giving a peace treaty, that outta put some thoughts on the mind, wouldn't you say so?

Problem is getting the false treaty to them, they would probably catch on to this sorta plan if it weren't delivered in person...

*Noticing the anger and worry rise*

We'd probably get a better outcome of ideas in a calm state.

*points to the picture that had a hold of Melaria's eyes*

I like to think of ourselves as the ship in the rough waters. Danger is all around, yet the ship is keeping its self together.

*throws a wink towards Melaria*

Im sorry Miss Melaria, but if your plan were to come into effect, I wouldn't allow yourself to be sacrificed, that may lead to death, anyone boating out of this ship are under my command, thus my responsibility.

*Leaning against the wall, Jaden sat and waited for the meeting just beyond the closed door to finish. While looking at the grains of the wood around the door, she could hear muffled tones of the Captain, Doctor, and some of the other officers in deep discussions. She had subconsciously tilted her head closer to the door. Words like "Man-of-War", "hostile vessel", and "peace offering" could be heard, despite her attempts to not listen. Sitting in the narrow hallway was not exactly mind stimulating, so it was of little suprise that she found herself listening as if she were listening for others whilst trying to steal something. But something had been suggested about subterfuge, and she quite liked what little she could hear through the thick wooden door.

As she sat there unintentionally evesdropping, she slipped out her lockpicking tools from her pouch. She quietly ran her fingers over the cool metal picks and thought about how long it had been since she used them. The last time she had touched a lock that begged her to pick it was when she first boarded the Lady and ended up in the Doctor's cabin. That's how this all began. A footlocker with a stubborn and tricky lock. She thought back to that first day she arrived on the boat and all the fighting she had done with the Doctor at first before she slid the picks back in her satchel and rested her head back on the wall. It seems she had become more of a nurse than a theif since she came aboard ship. Not that it bothered her too much, that meant she was closer to the Doctor, and that wasn't a bad thing in her eyes. She sighed to herself and looked up at the ceiling as she heard portions of what she believed was Miss Destiny volunteering her services. She was closest to the door, to be sure, having brought in refreshments. Jaden realized she had never come out of the wardroom since the meeting had started. Smirking at her initial cleverness, be it intentional or no, she hoped Miss Destiny would not get in trouble for what she had just done.

Opening one's mouth when they should not be someplace is most often the way to get one's self killed.

She highly doubted Miss Destiny would suffer that fate, however, considering everything that had just happened earlier above deck, she left nothing to chance. Pushing the stray auburn curl away from her face, she waited patiently for the officers to finish their meeting. She also scooted over from the door a little. Just enough to make sure there was some clearance in case someone had to storm out.*

Listening to the discourse, Syn didn't speak until the Captain did, and she merely gave her odd salute and winked her remaining eye, Tuslo shifting his clawed feet to get better balance.

"Aye aye, Cap'n. To Davy Jone's Locker with us all!" Of course, she meant it in a positive manner, but her words didn't come out quite as she had intended.

55 men? No problem....
*she nodded*
It sounds like a plan, but I think we might should come up with a back-up, if you know what I mean....

I think it is a plan there Captain, If you wouldn't mind, I would like to accompany Miss Ares, these hands of mine haven't been stained with blood in quite some time; disappointing that it is only 55 men, probably novice onshore Navy personnel, ether way, I shan't underestimate them.

*Looks over to anyone thinking that John is overestimating himself*

WHAT!?!, I see that look in your eyes, overestimating, BHAAA, I say!!

*Looks over to Melaria who seems disappointed*

Your plan sounds great, but like the Captain, I too would like to see little to no casualties, as well as risk getting there grubby hands on ye...