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58th of Ymiden 716

Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers.

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Timestamp: 58th of Ymiden - Hot Cycle - 716th Arc

"The fuck you talking about? On the tab!? Whip out the coin or I'll whip out my shiv!"
With a deep sigh, Gaunt rummaged through his pockets and whipped out a VERY impressive ammount of lint, corks and even a doggy treat. His face beamed up as if he had found a pure golden nugget, even holding it up proudly to the bartender's face, until the man slapped a, very noticeably old and 'used', knife on the counter...Scratching behind his ear, face partially turned with an obnoxiously fake worried look, he continued on his quest for coin, in a hurry! Eyes already shifting between the exit, the blade and the bartender, Gaunt finally felt something round and hard in his backpocket. He prayed for dear life, literally, that it wasn't a button or bottle cap. Pulling his hand from the pocket, slowly -He'd hate to spook the bartender and frighten him; After shanking Gaunt in the face probably- he kept his fist closed, put it on the counter, turned it slowly upwards and a collective 'Aaaaawwww' was heard from all angles around him! Gaunt had managed to find a freaking coin!!!

Before Gaunt could close his hand again and make a run for it with his coin, the bartender had already snatched it out though. That pissed Gaunt right off, defying all logic, something he's good at, he started giving the bartender the evil eye as he tried to compose himself into not getting gutted over one sad, little coin that wasn't even unjustifiably taken from him! Seething, Gaunt relaxed himself, after turning his attention to the nearest sod who had let out that exclamation of disappointment when Gaunt had saved himself from a bellybutton piercing, knocking him right the fuck out with a vicious right hook! The bartender didn't say a word as he leaned on the counter, arms crossed, but Gaunt did notice the blade wasn't on the counter anymore, he had a feeling he'd find it real soon if he crossed the line some more though! "Fuck all'a ya!"

With that kind farewell, he left the crapshack moonlighting as a tavern and went on his annoyed way, into Almund; That was the plan anyway. He had barely left the bar, and already he heard steps behind him, boots clearly speeding up as they grew louder. With a quick jerk, he looked over his shoulder and spotted a man behind him, someone he didn't know that nodded at Gaunt before beckoning him over. The man didn't really appear to have ill intention, nor did he move to a location out of plain sight, so Gaunt saw little harm in going over to him and at the very least hear him out.

"Hey, I noticed you...Could use some funds, haha. I got a small job for you, from the Royal Reaver."


The man didn't need to pause to let the meaning sink in, Gaunt was well aware what the Royal Reaver was, who it belonged to and what that meant. "Go on." He had a feeling this man in front of him wasn't a low-ranking member of the Pirate King's crew, by the way he spoke, conducted and generally gave off a vibe of being used to ordering, not asking.

"I want you to go to Tried's Mouth and accept a small package from the Ol' Musky, a ship docked in the bay, you'll actually be accompanied by one of our crew, as they would never give you anything if you weren't able to proof you weren't at least in the company of one of us. Her name is Raynarde, or Catalina. She should be here any moment. I'm sure you know, but...Don't even think about opening the package; Accept, Transport, Deliver, anything else...And you'll have more to worry about than a little shiv."


"What's in it for me?"
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"You'll be given a lill' sumthing-sumthin', proportional to how well you do this job!"


"Hmpfh, fine, where is this Raynarde?! Lets get this over with!"
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"You want me do what?" she asked Jaque'vo and she glared at him dangeously. Jacque'vo laughed his usual deep laugh and shook his head "You heard what I said, Raynarde. It is part of the process, you know that" she shook her head and snorted with a derision. "I babysit landlubber why? Ack! Because you tell me to. If you tell me jump off cliff, I will not" she assured him and he sat back, appraisingly looking at her, allowing his eyes to roam over her form and he replied "I would jump off after you, Raynarde, and save you from such dreadful fate, I assure you. Now, go." he said and Cat stood, buckled up her sword belt and picked up her hat, which she placed atop her head at just the right jaunty angle. "I am not happy!" she said with a grin at him and she did what could only be described as flouncing out of the bar.

Because, she knew, Jimmy was out there with said landlubber. She was decidedly unamused by the job, but in truth she did not mind it too much. However, it did not do to have Jaque'vo considering that he was in any way getting to know her or her moods, so she walked out of the bar behind the landlubber and strode over to where Jimmy was talking to him. Just in time to hear the last of their conversation. "I am here." she said, in response to 'where is this Raynarde?'.

The woman that walked towards him was obviously Biqaj, standing at six foot almost exactly with long dark hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were currently violet and her expression was one of boredom. She wore thigh high leather boots, tight black trousers, a white blouse and a leather corset. She had two swords hanging from her belt, and knives in the baldrick which she wore. Above her clothing she wore a deep blue frock coat and, of course, her hat sat at just the right angle on her head. She turned her attention to Gaunt, looking him up and down as though inspecting a side of meat. "Poor pickings" she said to Jimmy, obviously not at all impressed with the hired help and then she looked back to Gaunt. Her accent was thick as she spoke, but there was no doubting her tone. "You understand the job. Questions?" she asked, raising one eyebrow as though expecting a number of questions, all of them very, very stupid.

As and when he had asked whichever questions he had, she looked at him with a steely gaze "You do what I say. You not try anything slippery. Slippery is a bad plan for you, land-boy" she explained, just in case he was in any doubt at all.
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There seemed to be some sort of misunderstanding, judging from the way the Biqaj lass acted and spoke to Gaunt. It was almost cute really, at least it could have been, if Gaunt didn't have an easily lit short-tempered fuse and equally easily drawn cutlass at the ready. He wasn't in the position to take on one of the Pirate Lord's, especially not their unofficial leader 'The Pirate King'. Hell, he wasn't even in the position to disallow a commanding officer of the Pirate King to threaten him apparently, but that was where Gaunt and his pride drew the line. Whether or not this Raynarde was a higher or lower ranking crewmate, a man, woman or even crossdresser, were all factors that meant jack shit to Gaunt at this point. On Scalvoris, no matter race nor gender, if you talk the talk you better be fucking sure you walk the walk.

Gaunt's eyes pierced through the Biqaj's woman steel gaze, face slightly shifted to the left, almost making it seem like he was the one doing the measuring and weighing of a piece of meat, a steak he was about to cut a nice big chunk off. He heard the officer say something from out of his point of view, he didn't understand a word though. Full focus being on this gal having the gall to insult and threaten him in the same breath, one of the last ones she'll take if it was up to Gaunt's inner mind's voice, whispering sweet nothings in his ears "What, you're going to let that slide?! Cut this bitch up!!"

Gaunt's face showed signs of difficultly enforced, limited, patience in this situation though, with a twitching eye, burrowed frown and tightly pressed lips: "I'll tell you this once and just once, give me lip like that again, and I'll do more than just bust it open for ya." Immediately he heard the voice of the man again, not louder than before, but much more sinister and cold, making it understandable regardless . A tone of voice that cut through you like an icy wind, warning you of a life threatening blizzard coming up.

"Alright, whatever! Lets go already. I got more shit to do than run errands."
Talking to the both of them, but without averting his eyes from the lass at all, until he finally managed to ease up and started walking towards Tried's Mouth.
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Catalina watched the land-boy with a calm expression and, when he spoke to her and threatened her, the expression on her face changed.. To one of amusement. "You welcome to try, land-boy. You welcome to try" she responded, her accent thick and she turned then back to Jimmy and spoke. This time, she spoke in the traditional Rakathi, the language of the Biqaj - and she spoke quickly and confidently, much more so than when she spoke common. And when she spoke *that* language, she sounded to be better educated and more fluent than anything she spoke in the Common tongue
"We need to make sure that we are careful around Ol'Musky, I do not hear many good things about the Captain thereof or of his crew. They seem to consider that they can do as they wish. We will, by necessity need to divest them of this idea, or they may pose a bigger problem in the future"
she spoke, it seemed, to both of them, assuming that the land-boy would speak his native tongue better. She had not considered that he was a mixed race.
"I have a myriad of ranged and concealed weapons on me, alongside those visible. What of you?"
she said to Gaunt specifically, although she still didn't know the man's name. She didn't really need to, she thought that 'land-boy' was a perfectly acceptable name to call him. It was accurate, after all. If he wanted to be called something else, he could make his wishes known and she'd consider them.

And probably still call him land-boy, she considered with a smile. Somehow, somewhere, she found this whole thing amusing. "Report back to Jacque'vo" she said to Jimmy again in Common. "You can go now" and Jimmy nodded his head, shot the two of them a grin that said that he thought this was going to be an interesting job and then legged it before they started killing each other.

She walked alongside him, since he had no questions (or none that he asked anyhow) and her long legs strode confidently. She did not walk like a woman who ever felt fear, she exuded confidence with every step she took, her hand resting comfortably on the pommel of one of her swords as she remained alert. They walked towards Tried's Mouth and the mood of the place around them changed. Where they had been was, no doubting it, dangerous. But here the air was more charged with aggression, there was more of a feeling of anticipation. Catalina looked over at Gaunt and raised an eyebrow. If there were any last minute issues, now was the time, that eyebrow said. All amusement, teasing, any such thing was gone from her expression and the Biqaj woman was all business. "Over there" she spoke quietly, knowing the ship in question from the three that were docked. However, this was his job and she was there to accompany him, she knew that so she let him do the approaching.

And she prayed to anyone listening that he brighter than he seemed to be and didn't screw it up imediately.
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Quirking a corner of his mouth to a mischievous grin, clearly stating he didn't mind giving it a shot, at the Biqaj's invitation. The situation had been defused before he even had the chance to add the Pirate King's crew, to his list of enemies out to bury Gaunt six feet deep. As the woman spoke in Rakhati language, Gaunt had difficulty understanding everything said. He did know the vocabulary relatively well, enough to make himself understandable, al though usually with a lot of help from hand gestures and a constantly increasing amount of decibels while speaking. He could deduct from the few words he managed to understand, as the woman spoke too fast for Gaunt, that the Ol' Musky crew was not to be trusted. Alright, that wasn't too alarming or surprising considering they were on Scalvoris and that the Ol' Musky crew were pirates. He'd never say being a pirate automatically means you are not to be trusted, but he would be on-guard around the ones he didn't fully know yet to really be able to say he trusted them. More so than when amongst other members of Scalvoris' society, al though not by much, on Scalvoris it was a dog-eat-dog world after all! Flashes of his childhood ran through his mind as he answered Catalina in broken Rakhati: "A cutlass and a...short blade -what's the Rakhati term again?- Dagger! A cutlass and a dagger!"

With a quick and certain stride, the pair made their way to Tried's Mouth, Gaunt couldn't help but notice the woman remained on guard throughout the entire way to the docks. He'd never say it out loud, especially not to her, but he was impressed on the amount of concentration she was showing all this time. Instead of complimenting her, Gaunt stoically walked next to her, with a cutlass hanging lazily on the left side of him and dagger stashed underneath his belt on the right side, he was ready to wreck havoc, or at least he gave off that impression. They both actually did, a two-person army ready to throw down with an entire pirate crew. Gaunt bit down a chuckle and heard the woman out as she pointed towards a crummy looking ship, compared to the standard of the Pirate Lords anyway. "Alright, lets go pick it up and be on our way back so I can have my goddamned first meal of the day already!"

As the woman slowed down her pace while they approached the ship more and more, Gaunt took it as an invite to take the lead, so when the first crewmate of Ol' Musky quickly approached them, with drawn blade no less, Gaunt was the one who spoke first. "Calm your hairy tits man, we're here to pick up a package from your cap'n! For the Pirate King." Gaunt said to the pirate in a tone of voice that didn't show any hostility, but neither fear from the old sea-rot.

"Wait here, understood?! Not there, not any-fucking-where else, but here!"
The veteran pirate scurried off, boarding the ship to get his captain and confirm what these two just said. "What IS it with you pirates and picking fights with everyone you meet hm?!" Gaunt asked the Biqaj lass before he suddenly pointed up towards where the pirate was nearly freaking galopping over the walking board, with a small package in his grubby little hands. As he handed it over to Gaunt, he quickly told them to fuck right off, in common pirate courtesy.
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When he smiled at her, Cat grinned right back. He wasn't badly put together when he relaxed a little and gave in to what appeared to be a more mischievous side, she considered. But the look of slight confusion on his face when she spoke quickly and confidently in what seemed to be their mother tongue was not lost on Raynarde; this one was raised ashore, if ever she'd seen one. Shame, really, it was as bad as any other form of abuse on a child, she didn't doubt, to raise them with feet on land, not deck. But then, that was his problem and if his childhood hadn't been what it should then he should pull himself together and get his ass out on the waters.

It made sense to her.

But as soon as he was obviously having trouble with the words, she switched back to Common. That was only polite, after all. "Twin swords. Daggers, lots, some hidden. Crossbows. Two. One..." and now it was her turn to search for the word, which she did "Pistol style". If she was dead and he needed weapons, it was as well that he knew that information, she considered. Of course, if he tried to take any of her weapons off her and she wasn't dead? Well one of them soon would be. And as to where the daggers were hidden? Let him find that out for himself.

Still, he walked with her and she noticed that too had an air of assurance and more than a little arrogance. That was good, Catalina considered; it would be a deterrent to any who might think that they were going to be easy pickings. Of course, the truly dedicated wouldn't bat an eyelid. But there you go, it might make someone pause. Casually deadly was the air she tried to truly master and, it must be said, she was doing a fair job. Not perfect, but pretty good.

Raynarde watched as he spoke to the crewman of the Ol' Musky. He gave away too much information, he sounded too eager, she considered. They would know he was a land-boy without him having to say. Behind him, she rolled her eyes slightly, considering that he was well put together but not too bright. On a different trial or in a different circumstance, that made him an ideal partner. But right now, she'd give up on the eye candy for a few more brains. But she said nothing, just casually leant against a pillar, watching with an apparent complete lack of interest. "You show yourself to be not us with your words. Your manner" she explained, quietly. "And you are on our turf. It is not picking fight, it is ... " she could say what it was easily in her native tongue, but in this Common language, less so. "We are dogs, watching you try to piss on our turf. But you show yourself to be cat." she shrugged. He could do as he pleased, it was what he was. Nothing about him was Pirate, and he could try to talk as though he was all he liked. She would have said more, but the crewman from Ol'Musky was there. Gaunt took the package, whatever it was, and the crewman sent them on their way. Catalina shot him a grin and tipped her hat, slightly and her expression was amused as she straightened up and looked at Gaunt.

"We go now" she said, and started to move back towards their goal. But there, they had not gone twenty paces, and there in front of them was a dark figure. Catalina looked around, spying to see how many of them there were before she whispered to Gaunt, quite seriously. "I hope you fight better than you piss like pirate dog" Because if she was any judge of what was about to happen, things were about to go to hell in a handbasket. They were too far for swords yet, she judged, so she drew her pistol crossbow and aimed it at the head of the darkly dressed man. "You die first"{/i] she said, clearly.
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Hearing Raynarde's statements about him being on their turf, being a cat around pirating dogs, and more snazzy sass..It amused Gaunt, and heavens be damned, he even had to agree with her this time. He wouldn't be able to act, talk or train parrots like a pirate to save his life. Something he could definitely see being clear as day to all but the hardiest pirates, the ones with eyepatches on each eye! The metaphor with the dogs & cats was quite spot-on aswell, whether it was intentional or not, Gaunt could relate to it. A dog is a loyal companion, it will do as told if you treat it well, guard and protect you...Much more so than any cat at least. A cat is independant, go and does as it pleases, no allegiance, no servitude, no loyalty, it will stay in the feeding hand's company for as long as it feeds, after that it's fair play for the cat to leave or stay as it feels like.

There are good & bad points to both correlations really, he figured it's subjective, in the eye of the beholder. He kept his mouth shut about his amateur attempts at philosophy, this was neither the place nor time to talk about such things and more than likely get in another conflict. No, this was the time to go hard, or go cold. Gaunt eyed the encountered dark, hooded figure standing silently and ominously in the middle of their path. Alarm bells started to go off in Gaunt's mind, of course the figure itself was reason enough to worry and be on guard, but there was more to it. This wasn't the enemy, the real enemy, it was fodder to serve as distraction! Gaunt spun on the ball of his foot as he drew his cutlass and dagger as fast as possible. It was too late.

Three men were already closing in on the cat & dog from all sides. Left, right and rear, including the bait in front of them..Meant they were neatly and professionally cornered. "One on every side!" Gaunt warned Raynarde as he kept his eyes on the three he could see, they were too many. If they managed to pull this off, they would know how to abuse this situation to their benefit and slash them open one by one from blind spots. "Four total, two for each. Focus on your targets, don't worry about the others, I got your back!" Basically trying to say that with back towards each other, they'd minimize their blind spots and they could cut loose. He didn't have much time to think about a battle plan however, the attackers seemed to have noticed they had already countered their strategy as Gaunt moved right behind Raynarde, cutlass and dagger aimed at the two before him.

The two that were 'his' seemed to be of the quiet type, no trashtalking, no taunting, simply closing the distance with focused eyes. These weren't fledgelings, that was damned certain. But neither was Gaunt, with his dagger kept close to his chest and side, he tried to guard his body in case they were able to penetrate his stance with the cutlass, which was kept pointed on a centered point, not on either of the pirate vultures, but right in between them.

He knew, the very moment they'd be in charging reach, they'd gang up on him at the same time and that's a big, huge no-no situation. With a steel stare and withheld breathing, his mind raced, waves of ideas and ploys coarsed through him. "Come, or got two peglegs?! F'king trash." He taunted the closest pirate, even going as far as looking at his legs, like he wanted to verify they really weren't peglegs. The pirate didn't answer just grinned a bit, there was no need for an answer anyway. Gaunt had done and accomplished what he wanted, side-tracking the pirate with the taunt and giving himself an excuse to look at his feet, measuring the distance casually between them in the process, while remaining in a defensive stance.

Three more steps; Two; On---Before the pirates could charge, hell, before they could even react to this unprecedented danger, Gaunt was already standing right before the pirate that had been nearest. He could feel it already, the warm thick texture of blood and guts as he slashed his cutlass to the left. Moving it from deep inside the pirate's stomach, to straight in front of the remaining live one. Wide-eyed and taken aback by these fast, sudden movements and turn of events; The pirate hadn't even positioned himself or charged at Gaunt from his blind spot, hell, he had barely moved a muscle since the other one had toppled over on the dusty road, sleeping for eternity under a blanket of his entrails.

'Now to finish this.'
Gaunt thought to himself, overly confident, he had forgotten his place. He wasn't a dog, he wasn't a lynx or tiger, he was a cat! As he engaged the pirate in a straight head-on battle, steel screeching against each other with each swing and wave of his cutlass, he could feel himself being pushed back without being pushed back. The pirate effortlessly parried each and every attack, occasionally swinging and stabbing from his end. The first one was barely parried by his dagger, the second was dodged by a quick step to the left. Breathing heavily and doing all he could to maintain focus on both the pirate and his skillful display of swordsmanship, he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd be laying with a face full of bloodsoaked sand. It was a gamble, but it was his only choice. He attacked again, got parried again, and then it happened. He could hear it, he could see it, but he couldn't dodge it! With a beastial groan of pain and rage, his lower arm holding the cutlass got pierced by the man's blade as he had attempted to parry it unsuccesfully; The pirate wasn't quickest of wit or mind, thankfully, as he pauzed for the slightest of moments when he had stabbed Gaunt, he even had a look of triumph in his wide, brilliant, dead eyes. Gaunt didn't know, nor cared, if the man had ever realized his mistake before the spark of life had vanished from his sight. But the dagger lodged hiltdeep in the man's heart, made certain he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

No time to rest, what happened to Raynarde?! His survival would mean jack sheite if the Pirate Lord's crewmate had died while he lived! "RAYNARDE!?" He shouted as he jerked his face and turned on the spot.
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Had Catalina known that he thought that Pirates trained parrots, she would have laughed so hard that she doubled over, in truth. But that he didn't argue with her (which was good, because she was obviously completely right) was a good thing and she glanced over at him and gave him a quick grin and wink of her eyes. Before, of course, everything went to hell in a handbasket and quickly. The dark-clothed man didn't move, didn't speak and Catalina's eyes narrowed briefly. Damnit all but he wasn't even breathing it was a gods-forsaken ambush and she'd walked straight into it. She dropped her crossbow and she drew one of her twin swords as she heard Gaunt tell her that there were four coming, one from each side. She could see three of them but one was behind her.

They'd do best if they fought with their backs to each other, and she was just about to tell him that when he, in fact, told her. "Only two for me? I'll help you when I'm done!" she called back, cheerily. Damn, but she loved to fight. Message heard, received and understood, though and she took a step backwards, so that they were close together and back to back as they took on the attackers. She looked at the two coming out of the dark and she grinned as they ran towards her. Catalina was in no doubt that they were going to die and she was going to win because, frankly, nothing else even entered her mind. As they charged forward, she realised that she had that split second to act and she released the hidden dagger from in her sleeve and threw it, squarely, at the one on the left.

She aimed to get it through his eye, but it didn't hit there, however hit him in the face and that caused him to pause, to stumble slightly. That would do. As the first ambusher swung at her, aiming to slice her across the shoulder and open her up in half, she twisted her body so that the blade missed. But it only just missed and she felt the wind woosh across her face as he nearly sliced off her nose. She didn't stop to think about it (she rarely did that when she wasn't fighting) but with an almost casual elegance that she might possess consistently one trial, she took advantage of the fact that his move had left him open on the side. She casually, gracefully, flicked her wrist and nicked across his neck, slicing his artery and he fell, clutching his neck. It was important that he'd been dispatched quickly, because the one with no more than a scar across his face from where her dagger had cut him was running at her and he was ready to kill.

So, Catalina paid attention to his movements, watched him and she let her eyes apparently go wide with fear as he rushed her and then, at the very last second she dropped to one knee. He was holding his sword high, ready to try and cleave her head from her shoulders as he charged at her. Dropped down to her knees at the last second, his sword missed her, but only just, again, and this time she thought that maybe he'd sliced the feather of her hat.

Damnit. Catalina loved her hats - and the damn things weren't cheap either.

But still, crazy pirate trying to kill her. Having dropped to one knee, when he had swooshed his sword over her head, she stood and plunged her sword into his groin as she stood. His eyes widened and Cat's grin of victory was damn short lived as, with his other hand, the non-sword hand, he smacked her squarely on the side of the head. She saw stars and she felt blood running down her temple as she realised that he had some sort of knuckle duster on or something. But by the time her vision cleared, he was dead, falling back from her sword. "I am here." she said, turning to look at Gaunt. She had blood trickling down her face and over her clothes, but both of her assailants were dead. She looked Gaunt up and down "You are injured?" she asked as she cleaned her sword, then she retrieved her dagger and crossbow, stumbling slightly as she did, but blinking to clear her head. "Bastard hit me"] she said and spat at said now-very-dead pirate. "Help me search them?" she said to Gaunt with her usual arrogance not quite back in full swing it almost sounded like a question not an order.

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Finding Raynarde in relatively good shape, especially for having been in an outnumbered death-match, he smiled and even chuckled heartily when she was already acting like her usual bossy self. A woman with quick wits, temper and fists, she wasn't all bad now that Gaunt was more comfortable around her; Fighting for your life together, sharing blood, sweat and steel together, apparently does that to people. The pain in his left arm was a far less abstract sensation though, that bastard had gotten him good, Gaunt took off his vest before shredding his shirt to pieces and wrapping it around his wounded arm tightly and knotting it together. It wasn't much, hell if wasn't even a little help really, but it would have to do for now. The pain seared through him with every movement and the white shirt quickly became soaked in blood already. He wasn't about to complain about it, but neither was he going to put on a face acting all sunny-side-up.

Using his free arm to rummage through the two pirates' pockets, he didn't find anything noteworthy enough to take, apart from coins, one of'm keeping a medallion around his neck though. Some insignia was engraved in the jewelry but he didn't think much of it, presumed it to be a reminder of home or happier days. It almost made him see the lifeless pirate corpse for more than that, a human being he had to take everything from. He was realistic though, it had to be him or Gaunt laying in the dust, there was no middle ground. Still, he wasn't a corpse looter in the least but he assumed Raynarde had her reasons to ask such a thing, he didn't imagine the prideful woman to dishonor the dead unnecessarily, enemies or not. "Nothing important here, no notes or traces of their allied crew, undoubtedly the Ol' Musky of course, only a medallion on this one here."

Walking over to Raynarde, after picking up the small package, he quietly waited for her to finish up. This small parcel containing whatever had just caused the death of 4 men. Absurd. It did make him a bit curious about what was inside though, but nothing would come out of knowing anyway, not to mention he gave his word not to open it. His word was one of the few things that were actually valuable enough to him, to kill for. In certain cases even to die for. As soon as Raynarde was done, he nodded sideways in the direction of where they had to go. With clenched teeth, he walked, enduring the pain pulsing through his body and mind, only opening his mouth once to speak. "You did well."
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Standing, with the world spinning around her, she focused on looking at Gaunt and she gave him a sassy grin. "I decided that you are not bad. For a .." whatever she was going to call him was lost to the fact that she swayed slightly and winced, closing her eyes in pain. Lifting her hand to the side of her head, she brought it back down and her palm had blood on it, "for a.... land lubber" she continued, determined not to show any weakness. But if he was sharp of eye, he would notice that Catalina's hair was matted to her head on one side where the second pirate had punched her in the side of the head. Head wounds, of course, usually looked a lot worse than they were, but it had to be said that she looked a little unsteady on her feet. Sheer bloody mindedness was keeping her standing, rather than throwing up in the nearest corner.

Having, however, divested their attackers of anything important or valuable, she too ripped off a shirt sleeve, but from one of them not herself and she used it as a bandage, padding underneath from one sleeve, tying it around her head and then holding it in place with her hat, which she made sure covered the sight of the bandage at all. Show no weakness and all that. "Hold this" she said to Gaunt, handing him the hat as she tended to her head. The bandage wasn't soaking through and that was good - head wounds bled a lot so it must be a small one, thank goodness. But when he walked over to her, she was a slightly grey colour, though her awareness was returning and she gave him a crooked grin.

"Just in case. I ask in case they part of something bigger we not know of" she explained. "You were not bad either. Need to get patched up, we'll do that after job, yes?" she said and she looked at him and looked specifically at his arm. "Are you going to die before we get there? If so, give me package, please." she said, her gruff words hiding a genuine concern - his arm was bleeding. "Want me to tie it tighter? Stop the bleeding?" she offered and then, grey faced or not, her face broke into a beaming, genuine and utterly wicked smile "But it won't mean we're married. In case you need to be told" Just in case he thought she gave two hoots and all that.
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