For all he knew there were lots of people living under docks in the port, why should he risk his plan to bother with this one?
"I— Do you know where the... disappearing... goose.. is docked?"
She stood underneath the poop deck, sheltered on either side by the two sets of stairs running up alongside the gunwales.
For all anyone knew, the tales of sirens was imply just the sea itself.
She turned to Percy, or whatever human-like figure was closest to her.
On a throne built by blood and secrets, only those who manage to keep the throne know just how much it would take to usurp said throne.
He wouldn't be a murderer. Never again.
William nodded, and rushed off, with an expression that the Captain thought was suspiciously pleased with itself.
Fun times!
But, Ilidan could never get over the accent that came along with the sea. Even after all these years, being born and raised on land, he just found it funny how people could act similarly or the same but speak so different.
The barrels of explosives erupted in a cacophony of concussive bangs that combined into a single blast which tore the dock apart.
The first mate, with Ilidian switched the sail around as the ship turned to the opening, and wind caught the sail which snapped into a smooth curve with the sound of a whip, and heaved them over so that the ship rested at an angle in the water and put on a burst of speed.
Will, Percy, Captain... other guy..."
He ripped the piece from a damaged part of the railing, and tossed it over the side.
It was then that Ilidan realized Percy had called him other guy... Please don't let that catch on, he thought.
He was honestly sad it wasn't him that came up with the idea.
But for now, she kept him locked up deep within Mount Asunder, in the royal halls of the Pirate Queen. Pirate Lord Circes moved her center of command into the now-empty halls.
Unfortunately, hammocks can be a terribly difficult thing to exit, so after wrestling with the swath of fabric that kept trying to engulf him, he finally manage to slip out, somewhat quietly.