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"'Man with the golden arm' is no metaphor. To be honest, haha, I wish he was... And thank you." Penn sat down; it wasn't easy standing or running in heels, and... what was it that she boarded this ship for again? "Of course, all I hear of him is one brutal story after another. Chills my own blood, and that's saying something."

Penn didn't like talking about this man; something about him didn't sit right, like even mentioning his name would beckon him. Sort of a 'Speak of the devil and he'll arrive' thing, except the Devil is more benevolent than this man.

"From the stories I've heard... every single person that man has met, he's killed them with his own bare hands. He, um, finds ways to let them live long enough to feel excruciating pain, and supposedly he had finally lost whatever semblance of sanity he had just moments after he got that golden arm. But how he got it, no one knows. Or, if they do know, they won't tell me. You can pretty much say the only thing that makes him human is his appearance... and even then, that's stretching it."

Penn began to tug on both her ears for a bit. It relieved her, if only for a moment, of the headache she gained just by bringing back up memories of those stories, the ones of the Man with the Golden Arm.

"...Um, we were here for tea... weren't we?" She hoped this would change the subject for the better.

And speaking of changing the subject... is Sinsario alright?

And now someone barges into this ship, claiming to be a demon. Penn looks at the man, taking notice to his mechanical arm, and then to his face. He had Kura's face, for sure, but... this simply wasn't him. Amnesia or maybe an identity crisis? But he wants information on that dreaded man. And so sudden, too.

"If you want info on the Man, ask the locals around Port Denia or something. I've nothing to say." She turned to face the window or something to keep her eyes from his face. Her curiosity and outrage only made her want to face him more and blurt out something stupid along the lines of 'What have you done with him and why do you have his face!?'.

Kurt kept his eyes on the woman near the window. She had given him the same exasperated look he'd give her. It was a feeling he couldn't shale but one he'd have to address later.

"I wouldn't exactly call it 'trespassing'" he said, making quotation mark signs with his hands. "I'd call it 'Successful Infiltration'." he said. "But..believe it or not I'm not here to do you any harm and I will behave myself."

He removed the sword from his sash and threw it at the captain's feet. "See? No sword means no problems." he said, holding his hands up showing he had no other tricks up his sleeve.

He didn't even have sleeves to begin with.

Outside the ship, in the canyon, all was quiet, except for the water dropping down the rock walls and a flapping sound that might have been a flag, or perhaps the sails of one of the airships. All was still, except for a small shadow in a wall crevice. A head poked cautiously around the corner. Everything stayed still; everything stayed quiet.

The shadow slowly eased the sky surfer out of the crevice. It peered down at the remains of other surfers below.

Fools. Never listen when someone calls you idiot. Never fly too near an unknown airship. Never look when someone tells you to.

The shadow had a brief flicker of something that might have been grief, but it passed quickly. The sky surfers had been convenient strangers, but there was very little attachment.

The shadow steered slowly down towards the wreck, hugging the canyon walls and keeping an eye on the airship. The new arrival would be a distraction for sure, but it was difficult to count on that--they might simply toss him off the ship. Those aboard the ship were of vastly different characters, and you never knew who would win those sorts of arguments.

The shadow reached the wreck, much less shadowy away from the canyon walls. A cloak was thrown back over the shoulders, now that the rain was no longer an issue, and a pair of decent eyes could see that the figure underneath was female. She tied the sky surfer lightly to the railing and dropped quietly onto the deck. She couldn't risk a light, so she was forced to try to identify the dead faces in the dark. After a moment, she found what she was looking for. He was half under another corpse, which she rolled aside. She grabbed his hand and pulled off the ring, examining it briefly in what light there was before dropping it down a long glove. For a moment, she moved as if to get up, but froze. She listened for a second, then moved into a crouch with her back against a wall as silently as possible. Someone was there.

Left for dead...? More and more suspicious.

"If you think this man with the Golden Arm is going to lead you to that pirate crew... to be honest I think you're very far off. All I've heard about him, he works alone and even the nastiest of pirate crews avoid him. But I've only heard so much, and they probably blow him out of proportion a few times. Still..."

Penn kept her gaze towards the window. So long as she was a guest, hopefully this wouldn't be her fight. Hopefully.

"Wrong place, wrong time indeed." he said taking a few steps forward, again raising his arms showing he intended not to harm either of them.

"And to answer your second question, I heard about all the missing ships and whatnot. I thought maybe the Brigade had something to do with it so I came to investigate myself and noticed your ship was here so I boarded. I thought you might have been involved which would have lead me to information about The Clockwork Brigade so I decided to sneak on-board. Then I overheard you and your lovely guest here talking about out shiny friend and my interest was peaked." he explained moving around the captain so he was now standing in between the two women; the latter of which he turned to face. She was still looking out the window however.

"Golden Arm may be dangerous but The Clockwork Brigade is ten times worse. If anyone can persuade him to work join forces, it's them." he said.