Wolf was right behind Ivor, her whole body shaking badly as she looked around. She felt ill herself, closing her eyes as she felt the life around her epp and weaken. She moved back, her emotions rising as she tried to block out the sad auras around her. She muttered "This is wrong...so wrong..." She turned and said "I can't..." she went back up on deck, fighting to breathe. She grabbed the railing and vomited over the side, her mind pounding. She shouldn't have come. If she had known she wouldn't have...

She felt Balto's eyes on her and her eyes glowed purple. It was good for her it was still early in the morning, the moonlight still above them. Not many knew that the moonlight, much light sunlight, has energy to it. Life to it. Its what controlled the tides after all. It was her favorite kind of life. Shadows. She turned to the fishman, her hands shaking in feeling sick and rage. Pure rage. She walked up to him and without warning grabbed him and slammed him against the wall of the cabin, her eyes burning purple now. 

"I should have known...fishmen don't care about life...only money and power...do you even care that they are all sick down there? Dying? I can feel every single one of them...their pain, their sadness....their lack of hope...its enough to kill someone...if you and your bloody kind only knew what that felt like I wonder if it would change your ways..." She fought not to vomit again, the life on the ship starting to affect her worse the longer she was on deck. She looked him in the eyes and said "I don't care the price...or the reason...I won't let you do this...I went to prison for killed three ships worth of pirates who wanted to kill and rape a group of kids for sport...you think I wouldn't go back for this?" She raised her free hand and purple energy was gathered in her palm, swirling and smoke like.