Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Angel looked down upon the won battle with a soft smile. It was nice to be victorios. Perhaps they would get to shore quickly so he could buy a few needed things and save the rest. Mana flew back into the rigging with his coinage. He landed near the doors and went down to put it in his cabin. Then he returned to the ropes, having stolen some from the Dementia, and started repairs.

"Oy William, come on. Lets get this repaired now that we have the stuff for it."

Mana smiled at him, a knowning look in his eyes.

"Why I was moving through their sails I cut some of the ropes and made sure to let it drop where we could get at it. We have enough for critical repairs, but not sure about the rest. May not have a long enough line."

He was already working on one bit of rope that held the sail rigging to the mast. It only required a short rope but it had to be strong and run through twice.

Valentine's whoop of triumph was probably aduible even before he peeked back above deck, face blacked in a few places from working with the gunpowder and cannons. "HA! MARVELOUS!" He roared, enthralled with the way the battle had gone. Absoloutely marvelous, though he still wished he could have sank teeth into some of them. What kind of blithering idiot captain would have attacked THEM?

Valentine chortled darkly as he stepped out onto deck, grinning from ear to ear. "Need the captains permission for that. " He pointed out, though he was clearly tempted, which would probably make the gruesome display of bodies in the water even more so. "Feel damn nice though." He rubbed at his face absently, probably missing the soot entirely or smearing it even worse, which would make it look more like some kind of peculiar war paint.

Isaac smiled at the outcome of the battle, he looked around to his crew and yelled, "To any who are hungry, you have your pick of murdered human, or the food that the cook will be making!" he coughed and then said under his breath, "which will be about any human you guys don't eat..."

Issac nodded to his crew, "The fog is almost fully gone, so you best be quick about it," he grinned, "we will be moving again soon!" he then walked to his quarters after grabbing what appeared to be a human's right arm.

Amie watches the captain gnaw on some mans arm, and puts a hand over her mouth in disgust, "That's gross..." she mutters to herself. As the smell of festering corpses and blood rises around her Amie makes the unwise decision to inhale deeply, drawing the putrid stench deep into her feline enhanced nose. Her eyes widen and the hand that had fallen away mere moments ago shoots back up to her mouth, followed closely behind by the other. Choking down the uprising sensation of nausea Amie rushes to the edge of the ship and almost flings herself over the edge as the vomit erupts from her mouth into the sea below. Or rather the side of the ship. As she leans against the railing gasping for fresh sea air, Amie wipes her mouth of the residual filth. "That was the most revolting thing I have ever experienced..."