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Do what you have to. Ciaran gritted his teeth silently as a stitch began to radiate from his left side - throbbing pain from an arm long gone. Caleb hadn't said kids, but Ciaran should've assumed. Every new piece of information he'd glean was just - wrong. "Aye, what -" Ciaran paused, his arm...

Pairs seemed the best way to move forward. Ciaran wasn't so sure about placing so much faith in the newcomers, especially without knowing where their true loyalties laid. He wasn't sure if it was in Caleb's best interest to send those two, but then again with the tension onboard it seemed like...

Ah, the Cloud Cutter. Ciaran had hoped they'd left all that business behind them in Leimor - but no, it appeared they had stragglers. If only he was a stowaway, or Caleb still allowed crow cages. His expression remained the same, soured now - anyone looking could tell. "Right, nothing special?"...

The more and more they deliberated over this issue, the further from his nerve Ciaran strayed. How many needed to die to pull this off? Who was to say Solomon King wouldn't force Caleb on another suicide mission as soon as they pulled this off. Something felt wrong in his stomach. This wasn't...

It had been too long since they'd joked like that. It seemed like every other time they spoke it was of gloom on their horizon, somedays he forgot to be more than her - relatively new - subordinate. "Aye aye, chief." Ciaran chuckled, and there it was. They could do this, he was so sure of it he...

Sparring always seemed to clear his mind, or rather fill it with thoughts of combat and comradery for a time. Unfortunately, now was not a good time for such follies. "Planning would do us good." His metal hand rested on the hilt of his saber. "This ship will always be worth it." His eyes...

What's the move, captain?

Alys and the others had found their places and traded their thoughts. This was dark business, it wouldn't pass without much deliberation and stress before the end. The killing didn't bother him yet - he knew where his loyalties laid. It was the heat King was putting them under, hoping they'd get...

Ciaran eyed the mark pressed into the back of Caleb's hand, an ill reminder of the slaying done by his will. Ciaran had often thought about what would've been if he'd followed his friends into the ice caverns to confront King. Would Sinead be here now? Would she be under the same curse? No -...

Ciaran poured the pair their drinks as Caleb laid out the basics. Hell, Goswick - the city had been rebuilt and garrisoned well since it's near destruction nearly a decade ago. If the navy got whiff of pirates at their docks, the Nox would see marines on their deck within the hour. "We'll need...

Caleb seemed somewhat relieved now, but following through with this was going to be a much different matter. At least the captain could sleep with a still mind now, and that would hopefully spread to the crew. The crew needed faith in their superiors - a bit of fear too, but mostly they needed...

Princess meant royalty, and the threat of death stunk of King's influence. Five fairies for the life of Caleb O'Cain, or so he said. "Pathetic?" Ciaran almost chortled at Caleb's bemoaning, out of character for the confident fairy buccaneer. "Tragic? Maybe, but certainly not pathetic." Kill some...

Ciaran's eyebrow arched at Caleb's retort. It certainly wasn't the expected response, but it was still a valid question - albeit out of nowhere. He knew there was much troubling the new captain, the biggest of his concerns being the looming threat of Solomon King - his shadow had followed them...

Ciaran had been all but a ghost aboard the Nox for the days since leaving Leimor. He remained sequestered in his cabin, refusing audience with anyone - save Torrel, who would visit the kitchen and bring meals to the officer at night. Then, before dawn, before the others, he'd walk the deck or...

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