Reimu...
The Lieutenant left her current sleeping quarters as she stepped onto the deck of the Striker. She spotted Emrik and approached beside him, looking seaward with narrowed eyes as her crimson-pink hair flowed in the gentle sea breeze,
"They've already arrived, haven't they.. Our time's running a bit shorter than we'd like, I would think.."
She sighs out and turns, royal blue eyes shimmering as she crosses her arms. More reason not to enter the town herself, atleast not like this. She agreed to become a hostage to these pirates to ensure Brito's safety. Despite seeming to open up to the fish woman, Lorelei, she was still a Marine among a band of pirates. She will need to leave them soon, and in doing that, leave Brito. She had made her decision when she left that cell, and Reimu made her own decision to see that she lived, even if they were to become enemies next they meet.
Without much word after listening to what Emrik might say, she leaves back down to within the ship, to where Brito was within. Entering the room and shutting the door, the young woman looked to her former Captain with softened eyes as her lips remained rigidly neutral. The next they meet, they'd be enemies.. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, but Reimu came to accept that, as she knew so did Brito.
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Kaine
It was morning now. The waves were random and gentle as usual and a small boat seemed to drift closer to shore at Andesite. The boat looked like it'd accommodate a small group of atleast four-five people, but only one figure seemed to be aboard it at the time. He wore a long, black coat and flat, silver hair laid across his upper back. The sail upon the ship looked to have a diagonal slash through it, a small black flag on the mast, atleast what remained of it. The edge of a white bone could be seen upon the black, the rest torn. A couple barrels were on the deck of it and both were open, nearly empty as one was down on its side, fruit remaining. The man stood calmly with his back turned, a sword glimmering in the sunlight within his grasp, bandages wrapped around his left hand. In his right, a fruit was half-eaten and he was now looking land-ward.
"So.. This is where I dock next. Pheh, this boat was a waste of my time, but whatever.. Bounty won't mean jack that low. If they've got marines here, they'll find them themselves."
The man turned around as his face came into view, his eyes were ice blue and his expression seemed equally cold, smiling widely. Upon closer inspection, the boat wasn't in great shape and fighting was clearly apparant. Though.. For experienced eyes, the scars upon the ship seemed one-sided, dried blood looking to be dragged inward into the ship; not much, but noticeable enough. The man takes hold of a knife jarred into the wood and approaches the small mast, he pulls out roll of paper and stabs it against the mast. It was a bounty with a picture of three men with their names, crimes and bounties listed. It wasn't much, but for those that ever looked around the ship would find a surprise about it, particularly for the Marines. With the ship in port, the man already leaves without a word almost as if he never boarded it in the first place, the little boat just floating there silently. If word got out, they'd eventually know a Hunter has come to the town; his mark had been made clear of the bodies within the ship and the paper stuck to the mast.