[Libertalia] Captain's meeting (sea captains only)

[Arthur Kirkland]

Tearing off more strips from his coat, Arthur only glanced up briefly as Renato had a quick word with the asian captain. He'd heard a similar speech years ago and sometimes it felt like forever ago... and sometimes it felt like it had just happened. The question for him had been silent, a look shared between his captor and him, hidden from those who tried to rescue him from a life of slavery and piracy. It had surprised him back when he was younger that he'd chosen to save Renato from his own people - chose the man who'd alternately mistreated him and treated him like one of his own.

Now as he fashioned a makeshift holster for one of the guns he pulled off the ground that wasn't too caked in blood, it wasn't surprising at all. Renato had become much more than a tormentor to him, even before he himself had realized it. Almost like family to him - and family did mean a person that tormented him that he would try and protect if given the chance.

Testing to see if the gun would hang properly, he was satisfied with his efforts. It would hang tough and if it became necessary for him to get involved in the fight, at least he would have his cane and a pistol. Turning to accept the dead weight of the frenchman, Arthur made a personal vow to make sure that everyone would get out of this alright. If his former captain was too young to die, then the same would go double for his... allies? Associates? Whatever they were, they'd live to see another day.


Giving the asian boy a satisfied nod as he picked up a morning star, the roman captain went back over to the table - while Arthur sorted himself out with the frenchman, he would make sure to leave no map pieces behind. There was only two more still on the table - they hadn't been snatched as they were at the opposite end of the table from Bey, and on the other side from the only three surviving captains. "Here - you take these ones. We shouldn't be making one of us into even more of a target than the others. He held out the shining pieces to the asian. "I grabbed a few and I know Arthur would have as well, but I know our... friend... wasn't in any condition to grab any."

It went unsaid that the pieces may go to Francis only if he survived the poisoning. Renato didn't feel it was necessary to give the thought any real purchase in reality - the more he thought about it, the more he'd be trying to countdown the minutes until the blond was no longer with them.

"Now let's get the hell out of this place. I've had more than enough of this crap to last a lifetime."

[Im Yong Soo~!]

Yong Soo nodded, setting the morning star against the ground long enough to accept the pieces and carefully slipping them into his neck lining, where they would hopefully be safe. He didn’t particularly have time to be sneaky about the hiding place this time, but the Korean decided that he could trust the other two Captains for at least as long as it took to get to his ship again. He’d have to talk to someone aboard the Lucky Dragon later about getting another hidden pocket sewn into his clothes.

He smiled wryly at the Roman captain, though the humor failed to reach his eyes. “You and me both, da ze.”

Hefting the morning star up again in spite of his protesting shoulder the Korean gave one another glance towards the Englishman to make sure that he was handling the Frenchman’s weight alright. Once he was certain that the other was ready to get moving, he nodded, adjusting his grip. He took the lead, carefully edging past the bodies and making sure he didn’t get his feet wet. It wouldn’t do to leave a trail, after all. He waited beside the open door, taking a quick glance out toward the street.

Libertalia was a cacophony of noise and disruption, but most of the commotion seemed to be coming from the lower levels. It was hard to tell what was normal market noise and what was city-wide panic from up here, but Yong Soo was certain that he would prefer to find out when he was with his crew rather than before. After testing whether or not the door was being monitored by waving his sleeve outside, the Korean Captain silently slipped from the building and began his hasty trek down the street, only slowing down to either check that the other Captains were not far behind or ensure that the next area was secure.

With much pause and apprehension, the party made its way across the highest tier.