He raises an eyebrow, "A flower? You want me to risk my ship and my crew for… a flower?”

The man chuckles, the noise quickly turning into a groan as he drags his hands down his face. Ciaran couldn't help but stare at the young woman. She was a curiosity, to say the least. Why she was willing to throw her life away to search for people no doubt dead by now was beyond him, but who was he to judge? They sit for a moment in silence as he thinks, the gentle rocking of the ship lulling the man into a calmer state. After a while he sighs heavily, stalking towards the door with cat-like grace, "Gods, I'm going to regret this. Come on, let's get you introduced to Cook.”

He tugs open the door, as he disappears into the blinding light of the sun. Before him slay the crew. A majority of them were strewn about, huddled in groups. They didn't seem to be ruthless as they lounged, joking and laughing with one another, and some even offered to help those working or going through cargo. However, it was just the relationship the crew had, like that of a family, and it was woven like a web. A few shot glances as Ciaran passed, no doubt confusion spreading among them as he was tailed by the young woman. Their brisk walk across the deck led them into the shadowy depths below. The stairs stopped in a large room, long tables spread out in front of them with various items left behind, and the space was lit with lanterns hung from the rafters, and behind the stairs lay a door which led to a hall of rooms and storage space. The back portion of the room was split by a bar-type wall with a window to peek through. Beyond the wall, the warm glow of a fire casted a dancing shadow across the ceiling.

A voice, humming a tune no doubt picked up from the previous port, could be heard from the stairs. The faint smell of spices hung in the air, and the clanging of pots, pans, and silverware grew as they neared. Ciaran shoves open the door with confidence, stopping in his tracks with a grin as a knife lodges into the wall near his head. His grin widens, “Good evening, Cook. I’ve brought you some help.”

He nudges the girl forward, “This is… Did I ever catch your name?”

"Yes, a flower," Sadie confirmed. "And like I said, it's a special flower. Make a mixture with it and it will cure an ailments. Anything at all, legend says. So, I think it's quite the treasure. A one-of-a-kind rare material." Sadie cocked her head and held the Captain's stare, smiling smugly when he mentioned the cook.

Squinting into the light outside, Sadie marveled at how bright it could be so early in the morning and how fast it had risen. She's spent a lot longer down below than she'd thought. She kept a close distance to the Captain, the hairs at the back of her neck rising under the scrutiny of many men. She knew she should take the opportunity to observe the others in their relaxed state, but kept her gaze trained on the Captain's back, choosing to admire his broad shoulders and obviously muscular back instead.

Sadie did, however, concentrate more on their surroundings as they came up to a door, which she guessed led down below. She couldn't be sure, as she was in a crate when she boarded, and was too busy fighting the men hauling her back on deck to see the Captain. She admired the soft glow of the lantern light, and the dancing light caused by a fire. The effect it made on the ceiling above was ethereal, and Sadie thought she could lie there and watch it all night.

The there was the tune. One she recognised. It was an old sailor's lullaby, something she heard often growing up. Most sang it with a bright tune, but Sadie had always thought the words to be more mournful, just like how the voice was humming in now. She liked this version better. The tune mixed with the sounds of a kitchen made Sadie's muscles relax, until the knife lodged in the wall beside the Captain. Anxiety roiled in her chest as she was pushed forward, her gaze flicking to the Captain's face. "Uhm, no. I'm, Sadie," she said, rearranging her face into an easy grin. She looked from the cook to the Captain. "So, does this mean we have a deal?"

Arcticstar's Herd said:

Is character A getting kidnapped by a pirate lord and then assuming his name/identity based on The Princess Bride? Just wondering