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"LAND HOOOOO!" A squirrelly pirate shouted at the top of his lungs before scampering down from the crows nest.

Instantly everything topside became alive. Pae started spilling out from where ever they had been to cram up to the front, pushing and shoving to try and get a view of the coveted land. It had been months since the last port, and they ached for proper meals and the prospect of more alcohol.

The captain of course had to see for himself, as he was the one who plotted their course. He stepped from his cabin and saunter on deck before bellowing orders in a way only he could. "Avast ye! Steady now, ready the dingies! Lower the sails! Prepare to anchor! We'll be droppin in thirty ticks!"

As he barked out his orders, pae started dispersing into action. They would have to be out a decent way to keep from beaching his ship, as the light blue waters around the island suggested shallow area's branching far around it. He turned himself to walk towards the helm. He always liked to personally steer the ship the last bit to land, partially for the fun of it, partially for habit and a little bit of distrust to tempting fate. The fae who previously was steering instantly stepped aside, of course knowing the drill after years of sailing together.

After Darias' first orders, it was up to Black Jack to carry out the additional ones and make sure everything ran smooth. The captain savored these few moments of sailing himself and so as first mate he would work tirelessly to make sure nothing pulled Darias away from it. Of course he saw Andromeda scamper to the dingies, taking off their tarps and untying them from their vice grip on the ship. She was a natural, soaking up their ways like a sponge. After that fateful day of the scuffle with the crew mate, there hadn't been so much as a peep from any other pirate about her being the Captain's bedmate. He still didn't know what Darias had done to piss her off afterwards. He moved over to her with a hearty grin, a hand reaching up to pat her shoulder. "Doin great lass. When we throw 'er overboard, lower her gently down instead of a real toss. Don't want to damage or send water into the dingy." It was nice to see her so excited. They all were. Where had the captain taken them to? What was waiting for them?

He grinned back at her, wanting to stay but knowing he was needed elsewhere. But just as he was about to turn, he caught that little smile as her silver eyes glanced up at the captain.

Was there really something going on between the two of them?

'n' I suppose sharks ken talk! He thought with a snort as he moved away to the pirate controlling the rigging. Darias would have an easier time seducing a Lion fish than Andro.

"Drop the Anchor!" Darias yelled from up top, a toothy smile on his face. The feeling of the ship under his feet, responding to his every turn. Sometimes he missed the good solid physical work of a low rank seadog. Though he would never. Ever admit it. Shortly after he heard the anchor drop, he heard the boats start lowering to the water. Orders were being shouted, grunts of sweaty males, and the scrape of chains being moved. All music to his ears. With the sails dropped, the boat almost had completely stopped as it was, so when the anchor hit bottom the boat only gave a little tug in protest before stopping completely. Grabbing a rope, he quickly tied the wheel down before hopping down the steps to meet his crew for one final pep talk. "A'ight, ai'ght, gather 'round maties! Ye know what time it be."

He waited until everyone had gather round before he puffed out his chest proudly. It was time. "Tale has it there be an ancient, buried temple in that isle. Previous home to the Okahamai Tribe. We be here to take their ancient treasure!" The crew's excitement shifted slightly as they looked side to side. Were they doubting him? Just because Telrunya didn't have any treasure?! "'Magine, gold 'n' rubies 'n' sapphires up until yer eyes! Yer be doubtin me? Well. Take a look!" He reached into his puffy shirt and pulled out a yellowed, cracked rolled piece of paper. "A REAL map! Swindled from a REAL Okahamai tribesman. The last of 'em." At this, suddenly everyones eyes lit up, as a round of 'oos' and 'ahh's sounded. "Dat's right maties. REAL payout this time!"

"Now, what ye all be waiting fer. Who gets to actually go today. It's Slagathor's first plunderin', so she be wit me. Black Jack goes where I go. Now, Jimmy, Graig, two-pin chris..." He rattled off the names, the mentioned pae's faces lighting up while the ones who were not looked tensely. Hoping. Of course they'd switch out the next day, but the first day was always the most sought after.

OOC: TIME PASSES!

BIC: The dingy hit the bottom of the land, and Darias lightly jumped out before swishing through the foot of water to the land. But of course, his body betrayed him. It betrayed all the crew that clamored out, as suddenly they became wobbly messes. Their steps were in tune with the ships, and the still, solid ground seemed more treacherous than the lurch of a wave. The captain, whose movements were considered graceful on the boat, were reduced to a bit of floundering. "Arghh! Land be so unfergiving!"

Frustration had claimed his features as he struggled with his feet, before his steel blue eyes flicked over to Andromeda's fall right into the beach. Her laughter seemed to change the feel of the event, and what had been irritating suddenly was comical. Look at them, floundering like babies! He threw his head back to laugh, and with the two of them cackling it wasn't long until the rest of them joined in.

He glanced behind to make sure the dingies were properly beached before looking back in front. It was thick, very thick jungle. The sunlight barely pierced the first few feet before descending into darkness. It took little imagination to figure out why no one had found this treasure yet. "Ai'ght lads, pull out yer scimitars to hack a path. Keep an eye out fer hostiles." Even as he stopped walking to stand and talk to them, he still swayed like he was on the waves. It always took a few hours for him to get acclimated, and even then it was simply awful. How could walking on land be obviously easier, yet somehow so much harder?

Ah...right. Keeping her from a blade. After her little stint with Kale he had actively made sure not to let her get a hold of any weapons. It was all he needed to have a crew member get shanked because he eyeballed her. He turned his head to look at her, and instantly his eyes went to her popped out hip.

Speaking of hot.

His mind flashed briefly to their passionate kiss, and his mouth tightened slightly to keep from saying the first thing on his mind. She'd probably grab someone else's weapon and shank him for it. He forced his eyes back up to her face, but she just looked so good in her gear. The monkey vest, the short shorts, the sash on her head. "Pick up a stick? I dunno, yer pretty vicious with just yer fists. Probably knock out a tiger wit yer left hook." He chuckled with the crew at that before turning back towards the forest. "Make a line, two person abroad. Me 'n' Black Jack upfront, then two of ye louts, then slagathor and Kale, then whoever ye want to buddy up wit. I don't give a s**t."

And yes. He did mean Kale, the pae that none other than Andromeda had gotten into a scuffle with. They had to get rid of any awkwardness that may be between them to function as a proper crew. This was about all he'd do though to force them to get along. They were grown adults, and he weren't no babysitter.

In one fluid motion he brought out his sword with his remaining good hand. Without further pause, he then headed straight forward. Jack had to jog slightly to get next to him, having been lagging behind as he worked with the boat. "How lucky do ye think I be, ol' jacky boy?" He spoke with a bit of a grin before slicing into the brush.

He pulled out his own blade when he came abreast to the captain. "In fortunes? Unparalleled." His eyes flicked to the shetani girl in the back, knowing exactly what the captain was really getting at. "In women...alas, ye could aim fer lower."

The angel Kale however, did not look as pleased to see her as she did him. His arm had healed from the event, as did the bruises and scrapes. But the wounds inflicted afterwards of being 'beaten up by a girl' were not so easily healed. He had only just stopped being called a skirt wearing pansy. So when she grinned at him, he scowled back before falling in line with her. He wouldn't dare cross the captain, so would walk with her. But he wouldn't like it.