"That would work against normal pirates, but these ones look to kill" Captain Duval said as he grit his teeth, presumably angered by the mere thought of the pirate organization. It was probably not out of sympathy for the lives lost, Arocraes thought, but rather at the fact that he has not been able to catch and defeat The Daughters yet. "The easier and weaker the target, the more likely they'll attack" Duval continued, "the majority of incident reports involve ships carrying a decent amount of civilian passengers rather than military vessels or ships that carry strictly cargo. This orb is not only an insurance to make sure they target us, but also a device that could help us should we find ourselves too deep in trouble."
Arocraes looked to Faelis.
The door swung open as two sailors brought in a seemingly heavy, yet small crate. One of the sailors was the one who led Arocraes and Faelis to the Captain. The sailors dropped the crate gently in the corner of the room.
"We don't need you" Duval continued in an aggressive and harsh tone, "You two just happened to board our lovely ship. Heavily armed--for some reason--boarding a ship we intentionally baited for The Daughters, we have no idea who you are and if we can trust you." Duval began to squint at Faelis, coursing his eyes around his torso analyzing his attire. "If you do turn out to be accomplices of The Daughters, we'll cut you down and cut you down easy. If not, then you better prepare yourself, because they won't spare anyone if they have their way. Regardless of who your allegiances belong to, your death is inevitable unless you follow us."
Arocraes smirked. He didn't think this Captain was very wise. If Arocraes and Faelis did turn out to be working for the pirates, they could easily betray the Captain--unless his intent was to attack the duo all along. Still, he did seem somewhat desperate for help, so perhaps all the Captain does want is men who are more capable of fighting than his sailors.
Lord Sarien's expression grew grim all of a sudden. Arocraes turned to him and analyzed his face. He wondered if he had lost someone special to these pirates. His face seemed to bear a burden of guilt, but Arocraes turned away and did not bother thinking about the man's history anymore.
"We're beginning to head into dangerous waters, so I suggest that--" Captain Duval began before he was interrupted by a sailor. "There is a ship coming from the Northeast" he said in between breaths, "hoisting a flag of a rapier through an apple." Duval nodded, as Arocraes assumed a battle was about to ensue.