Tyrcestus looked down at her.
"You were purring," he said, smiling. "How much of you is cat while you're human?" he asked, stroking behind her ear.

Tyrcestus poked her a little.
"How come you have so many forms then?"

Tyrcestus silenced her by tilting her head up and kissing her.
"I was just curious that's all. I love all your forms," he said, gently. "I never want you to go. Will you stay with me? Please? I don't want to be with anyone else right now but you."

"You don't have to," Tyrcestus smiled, stroking her hair.
"You can leave any time you want. I don't want to keep you here, like a pet. Unless you don't mind."

Tyrcestus cocked his head.
"Describe it," he asked, holding her head to his chest so she could hear his heart calmly beat, conveying his perfect contentment.

The captain of the boat was used to a lot of things, and quite often he had encountered bedraggled half drowned sailors.
He had not, however, encountered one who was quite so... competent despite the incredible gauntlet he both must had mentally and physically undergone. He approached the drenched newcomer who appeared to have just clawed his way onto the boat with caution topped with apprehension.
"Easy, sailor. You're alright now," he said carefully, trying to calm him down.

Tyrcestus sighed.
"Fiine..."
He got up, then helped Trinity to her feet. "You gonna stay human or ride around on my shoulder as a cat?"

Vizard and Gizzard both gave the pirate thumbs up.
"Naked ladies are always sources of universal contentment!"

The captain sighed.
"Would you like some rum?"

OOC: Kii is having internet problems so I am posting for her.

Crystal rouses at the sound of voices. Her fever has gone down enough for her to think and assess her situation. These people said she was safe...but then again...even if she wasn't they wouldn't say so outright if they wanted to use her. She checked her inner reserves. They were mostly drained.
'Damn' she thought to herself, cursing inwardly, a rare practice in her case. Usually she was better at being sparing in her use. She thought back on what she did, her memories were hazy, and unclear. 'Stupid fever.' She thought irritably. Her body was already skin and bones. She couldn't draw upon anymore without causing herself harm. In the darkness she placed her hand over her stiched up wound and carefully probed the injury with her magic. It was healing and any infection had been burned off. She thanked the Gods for her body's natural fast healing. Even with that, she knew she had to be careful. It'd take a few days to fully heal as long as she took care of herself.
First though...these people looking for her. Double-checking her reserves...she decided to take a risk. She passed herself through the wall once more, stopping in the middle so she solidified inside the wall. She bit her lip as she failed to fully separate herself from the foreign matter and took a couple pained breathing deeply as deep scratches healed. She managed. She couldn't move until she had rested some, but she felt the was safe here. In time her reserves would fill and she could step out from the wall.

Arisa followed Zerron, looking around the room for any signs of 'rats'. "Look for signs of rats." She spoke softly. "I could try to 'ask' them...for lack of a better term...if they've seen who we're looking for." She looked back at Zerron. "I really hope we find her soon."

Arisa looked at Leon and tilted her head. "Some animals, yes." She replied. "Well...not so much talk to them as understand how they're feeling." She looked towards the floor, as a saddened expression formed on her face. "I share the same talent as my mother, just as I do my despicable father."

Arisa looked at Leon and tilted her head slightly. "My father is a bastard." She said bluntly. "He killed my mother, and set fire to the house and barn. If it wasn't for Shadow, my horse, getting me out of the barn, I would have died in there." She looked away from Leon, trying to hold back her tears. "The fire raged...it burned down the whole village, and killed everyone who didn't escape. And like the naive girl that I am, I went looking for my parents...all I found was a drunken father who wanted to kill me, just for being."

Tyrcestus shook his head.
"I don't think you could."
He ruffled her hair. "I don't mind."

Clun waved to Sean. "Hello!"
Gizzard grinned. "Hot threesome chick. Long story." Vizard was still staring into space, drooling.

The captain glared back, angrily. "Well forgive me for trying to be civil, you washed-up, filthy-eared, scurvy-ridden bilge-rat! Have some bloodied rum then, and I hope ye choke on it!" He held out his rum bottle.

Tyrcestus grinned.
"Now I look like a pimp."
Then he headed up to the top deck, noticing the pirate who had recently arrived.
"O...k... who's the guy that looks like he got dragged through four gardens backwards?"

A strange sound could be heard, up ahead in the mists. A light noise, barely audible over the sound of the seas...