The Ebony Celeste

[Sly]

The pirate at the bow hesitantly climbs down the ladder. But as soon as his feet touch the floor he bolts, looking for the closest side passage he can find to run into. He's praying that his captor won't shoot at him, considering he needs his knowledge of where all the bombs are.

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As Qesun shimmied up to cut the ropes, the pirate saw his chance to get away and ran for the stern. He knew that so many of the pirates had died today that they really only needed one life boat. So surely, whoever was left had gotten at least one boat ready by now.

Besides...this pirate hadn't helped rig the bombs, so he wouldn't know where to look anyway. But if he said that he figured they'd just kill him. It was his only trump card right now, really.

[Qesun Vendak]

"GOD D***IT SON OF A B**** GET BACK HERE!"

And that was about the extent of his rage. Clearly, no matter how pissed off he was, it wasn't going to convince someone not willing to help to do just that. Sheathing his blade, he resigned to doing this the hard way. More or less. There was still the matter of the remaining crew. They probably wouldn't know where, but they could at least help. He swung back over to the deck and ran around front again, hauling up the stairs and into the bridge. "HEY! ANYONE HERE!?" he shouted, trying to get the crew's attention.

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"Oh for fucks sake..." the man says. "Guy, your buddies are gone," he calls out. "If you want to survive this, we don't have time for hide and seek. Lets just get this done with so we don't get blown up." Meanwhile, he looks carefully down each path before proceeding forward, looking for both bombs and his escapee pirate.