Daniel launched himself off of the deck-boards he had stumbled back to sit on during her display. With sure footing he maneuvered through the dead bodies and slick blood, his boots being stained in the process. When he reached her she had already hit the deck face first.

[b]"Ye was trouble right fr'm th' start."[/b] He groubled, rolling her over and checking her pusle once again. It was there, though not as strong s before. He assumed this was her normal pulse since the last time he took it she was about to turn into a demon. [b]"Curse ye fer breathin'."[/b] Daniel continued, not truly meaning the curses. He quickly checked her over, accessing what he could. She surprisingly didn't pull many stitches or gain any many new bruises. Her nose however, though not broken, was dripping blood a bit. With effort he pulled her limp body out of the pool of blood the poop deck had become. With her in his arms he carried her to the nearest board that helped to connect the two vessels. Along the way he tried to make eye contact with Bane, as he was a full head above most of the sailors. Avery's crew held the board steady as Daniel crossed with her and the minute he stepped down on her ship he lay her down for her crew to look after her. Finally making eye contact with Bane as he had come, it looked like, to take Avery away, Daniel spoke quickly. 

[b]"She be needin' more than what I got on me. Will ye hold the vessels fast 'till I return to fetch th' rest o' me supplies?"[/b] he asked. Daniel had a good stock on the Man of War that could all serve her well. His hand brushed the inside of his jacket, to make sure her prize was still on his person.