CaptainSwan

~The crew would notice that all repairs to the ship are going well no major damage was actually done. However there is an odd leaking of sea water and blood seeping from the boards pooling on the deck and then vanishing. The storm grows thick and heavy in the east but the sun shines brightly above them. The crew can see huge swells and waves in the distance but no waves hit us. The rank stench of death is still on the air. ~

~when the fog begins to lift all the crew can see that there has been absolutely no damage to their ship. The only debris is from what they shot themself at the Dark Lament. ~

~From the fog appears an apparation. It is Icy cold and appears as a walking storm with swirling grey clouds encasing its transparent form. At the heart of the storm lies a well chisled human man's face. His deep golden amber eyes search the crew. His yellow gold hair whips around his face in wet tendrils. He glides acrossed the ship looking at the crew sadly and longingly. If any make a move on him they would go right through him. His ghostly deep voice rolls in echoing tones as powerful as the sea.~ Fear me or fight me and make me stronger. Love me and release me, head me and save yourselves but most of all release me. ~he moves through the ship leaving puddles of a mixture of salt water and blood in his wake all around the ship. He finds the captain in the surgeon's pressence and leans down to him.~ May the God that damned me save you. Do not expire here from this fight. ~lightening fills the room and goes through the Captain surging him with an energy that is so strong it tieres him to a restful sleep. When he wakes he will feel stronger than he ever has, though he was not healed of his wounds just strengthened enough to make a full recovery and continue living.~

~there is nothing to fight just and empty foggy confussion. The voice persists into the darkness~ "RELEASE ME" ~Swan comes back to decks and looks around and stands next to Ciran~ Where is the voice comming from?

~Swan climbs down to the Captain's aid. ~ Where is the surgeon?! ~swan gets down to examine the captain and his injuries.~

~The Dark Lament vanished into a thick fog. Lightening and Thunder rolled and struck all around in the open waters. Waves were pitching the ships. The sent of death was still heavily in the air but things seemed unusually calm all of a sudden. Swan looks to Diego and Ciaran and is white. The watch Dog is left in thick wet drowning fog. Rain is pelting down upon them out of no where. The crew can see the sun burning brightly above them but it would not burn through this fog.~ ~From above and all around them there is a haunting howl on the wind~ "Release me!"

~anyone that is watching can see a small whirlpool forming and a storm brewing directly over head of the Dark Lament. The breez picks up once again and the smell of rot and decay fills the nostrils of the crew. Swan looks to Diego and Ciaran for any sign that they smell the stench as well and that she's not just loosing it.~

~Swan is watching this curiously and looks over to Diego and Ciaran. A flash of lightening illuminates the area but no thunder. A small breeze blows up with a hint of something else in it other than the smell of powder. The sent is rank in some way.~

~swan looks around to Ciaran and up to Diego and grins.~ Good company mates. ~she looks up and nods to Diego understanding full well~

Yes Sir, ~swan gathers her weapons as orderd and slings her bow and quiver over her shoulder as she puts all her other arms in appropriate places and climbs the rigging to the fore basket as Diego climbs up the aft Basket. ~

Permission to get my arms sirs?

~Swan climbs the rigging and looks out. She hollars up to the watch to drop down the glass. She catches it with out a problem and holds it to her eye~ Looks like all hands to deck on the merchant Sir, signalling their surendor. Pirate ship still giving chase and closing the distance...I can't tell properly if we've been seen yet, Sir. ~She jumps slightly~ They're opening the cannon ports on the Pirate ship sir...And her name is the Dark Lament.

"I'll ignore that, Miss Swan. For the record, I am fully aware of the gravity of the situation and the threat of the ships off our quarter." ~while waiting for orders she looks to the Captain.~ Captain, for the record that wasn't meant for you but Kendra and Petee who I thought missed my big mouth. I appologise sir.

~she squints and looks out again and makes an odd face~ Blue and Silver from what I can see, Sir

If I may say so, sir, The need is arising just look east at the un known pirate ship giving Chase to the merchanter....or did no one hear what I just said?