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Lyle nodded and headed down to the holds to gather the stowaways the Captain wanted, like he was supposed to have done before getting sidetracked with finding a weapon. "All right you two, come out, the Captain knows you're here and she wants to have a little chat with you." Lyle called over to the two after entering, his hand on the hilt of the first sword in case they felt like fighting back.

"Well that's a right pickle we're in, Love..." Burns felt the hair on the back of his neck pick up, knowing they were indeed trapped. He'd doubted they would have had enough time to find another hiding place anyway, what with all the nonsense that seemed to go on above deck. Still, he'd hoped for better. "We'd best go see what the lovely captain has in store for us now..." While he'd been caught stowing away on several ships in the past, he'd only once ever been booted off of one, and he'd rather not have to swim or starve in a brig for days on end.

Looking a bit like a sheepish nine year-old should, Burns led the way out for Rave, patched bag on his shoulder. His appearance was what you'd expect of a stowaway, now that he'd changed out of his preforming clothes. A patched up vest that in no way matched with his dirty, cream colored, ruffled shirt or his patched up pants with the bottom hems coming loose. He never really had need for good clothes other than the ones he could preform in. The fire-thrower gave a haughty bow to Lyle as he came into view from behind the boxes, putting on his best face. "Oh now then, there's no need for a hand on a hilt, mate."

Burns tipped his head at Lyle and directed Rave so that she was next to him, but out of the Pirate's reach. He may have just met her, but he felt a bit protective of the younger stow-away. She could more than likely take care of herself, but that didn't mean he couldn't make himself feel a bit better about being part of her troubles. The group started moving at Lyle's command, the Harlequin quiet now that there wasn't anything to say.

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Micheal kept to his post above-deck, leaning against some rigging ropes. As he had nothing yet to fix, he had nothing yet to do unless told. He wasn't one to do things he didn't fancy doing unless told, twice. He saw the shapes of an emerging group of people coming from the aft, and looked curiously at the ragamuffins Lyle was leading out of the hold. Well, that'll be the stow-aways.

Rave rolled her eyes behind the 'pirate's back, irritated by his behavior. As if the lad could actually match them if he even thought of using that sword. She stuck close to Burns, head held high and proud eyes staring defiantly back at those that chose to gawk at them. Her dark hair and piercing blue eyes tended to give her a somewhat striking appearance, making her look older than her years, and the pirate clothes merely added to the effect.

((Come out, come out... wherever you are smile ))

(Where have you gone, Love~?)

((Waiting on whoever is the Captain.))

((I got nothing better to do with my time))