Treasure

Chris:

He let out a sigh and shrugged, "Alright then, but don't say you didn't do that much."

She paused, looking down at him, "But I-"

"You probably saved my life. You were right, I couldn't fight in that state." He grinned, "But don't tell the others."

Leal:

Leal nodded and smiled. "Alright, I won't." She smiled. She rolled her sleeves up and looked at him. "You would've kept up if I didn't make you come back here." She laughed.

He just shrugged and she laughed. "I would've gotten Colt if I had to. He'd have carried you back here." She smiled grabbing a cup. "Here, you need some water in you."

Chris:

He took the cup with another smile at her, "Thanks, you've got that right." He knocked back the water and held it out again jokingly for refilling, "I could get used to this." He laughed, "Even if it's only for a day."

**All I've got ><**

Leal:

Leal looked at him, "What?" She asked.

"Being waited on." He replied with a smile. SHe laughed and poured him some more water then started for the door. "Where are you going?"

"You need food too." She laughed.

Chris:

He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Fine..."

She let out another laugh, and he watched her eyes sparkling for a moment before she disappeared out the door.

Colt stepped in a minute after she'd left, sitting down in the corner of the room, "You're playing a dangerous game here, Chris."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Tim



Tim looked around, it seemed as if the marines had been taken care of. She walked into the cabin and was surprised to see that everyone had retired as well.

Colt stepped in a minute after Leal left, sitting down in the corner of the room, "You're playing a dangerous game here, Chris."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Tim looked at them, they probably weren't aware that she had stepped into the room, she cleared her throat, alerting them of her presence.

Both of their eyes flicked towards her and she boldly raised an eyebrow, "Dangerous games? I enjoy them, what's this you're talking about.?"

Chris replied, with a sharp glance at Colt, "I don't know."

CARL:

He was dizzy. he hdn't had enough to eat and he was tired. He only understood that he had been taken by the hand and escorted to a cabin,,, before someone slapped him awake.

"Wake up, you son of a bitch."

Carl loomked up at an official.

"Who'r you?" Carl muttered

"I am Marshall Kadin, I recon you are Fat Carl Monday."

"I recon I am."

"Also known by the tittles, Carl the coward, Fat Rum Carl, Carl the Side changer, Carl The Goddamned Traitor... And by the English; Carl the to be executed.... Unless you give me the information I want."

"And If I don't?"

"I will have you Burned to death."

"I though you only get hanged for being a pirate."

"But I'm charging you for murdering officials."

Carl grimaced.

"What do you want to know?"

"Who is your captain. Where is you hiding place on the shore... and All the names you can remember from your crew, and what they look like. And all the other captains who you've worked for and their hiding places"

Carl hesitated.

Kadin Took out a match and lighted it.

Carl looked at the burning match.

He sighed "What If I tell you?"

"We wipe out all evidence... And I mean all evidence of Fat Carl Monday. We let you have a fresh start."


Carl told them everything.

Colt:

"Tim, please go find Captain and see if he has anything for you to do." Colt said firmly.

"Why? I want to know about the game?" Tim smiled.

"Tim, go!" Colt growled.

***Sorry for the shortness***

Chris:

They watched Tim leave, waiting a few moments to make sure he hadn't stayed to listen. Colt looked back at him, "Even if she was a crew member I'd be uncertain about letting this happen. You're meant to have an objective view on everything that happens on this ship. But that aside, she's a hostage."

Chris shook his head, "Not really, not any more. She had her opportunity to get her old life back. Instead she chose us. She's one of us now, Colt."

Colt:

"I'm not sure about that, only captain can say that, but you have to understand that even then he might not agree with it. She was or still is a hostage, you can't do that." Colt replied.

"We'll see what Captain says." Chris growled back.

"What does Captain have to see?" Velna asked walking in with a plate of food and setting it in front of Chris. Colt frowned,

"Nothing, Velna." He replied looking pointedly at Chris. "Talk to Cap'n, Chris, talk to Cap'n."

Chris:

"Sure." He said, giving him a bitter look, "Just don't distort anything before I can. I don't want him changing his mind just because you two are blood."

The two of them glared at each other for another moment, then Colt turned and left. Velna looked at his retreating back, then back at Chris, "What was that about?"

Chris spent another moment looking mad, then simply smiled at her, "Don't worry. Just a disagreement about some of my duties." He started eating, trying to shift the conversation away from his argument with Colt, "Mm! This is good!"

Velna:

Velna nodded, " Cook is a good cook." She smiled. She grabbed the biscut she had stuffed in her pocket and started eating it.

"Is that all you have?" He asked.

"Cook wouln't let me steal anything else sense I'm not sick and can come to dinner later." She shrugged. "He saw me take this. I'm fine though."

Chris:

He gave her a concerned look, "You need to eat just as much as I do, Velna, and given that I'm not supposed to move, I don't really need this much." He gestured at the pile of food, "I don't think I could even eat this normally."

**Nothing**

Velna:

"Yes you could." She smiled. "I'm just fine, trust me, all that would make me sick."

"Why?" He asked popping more food in his mouth.

"Have you seen a hostage's meal?" She replied stealing a grape off his plate. They had gotten a bunch of them off the other ship. She walked to the water basin and poured herself some water. "Now eat before I go find Captain."

Chris:

He sighed, taking one of the biscuits, "Alright, fine. I see your point." She looked as though she was about to leave, "Wait, hang on, why're you getting Captain?"

She looked back with a smile, "Well, you need to talk to him before Colt can about whatever, don't you?"

"I...guess." He said, surprised that she, a hostage, was willing to go and get the captain to tell him that he needed to leave his duties to talk to a sick crewman about something his own son didn't like. And she didn't even know what they'd been discussing. He smiled, "Thanks."

**Anzius, we haven't forgotten what's going on with you. We'll bring that in in Chris' conversation with the captain.**