The man went down fairly quickly. "Sheesh" Abigail muttered, pulling out her blade from what was left of her opponent and wiping the blood on his clothes. Sighing, she nearly mutely muttered to herself. "Either we're getting stronger or the marines are more interested in cranking out numbers than properly training their soldiers." Shaking her head she put the blade back into its sheath and went over to see how things had come out.

"How's everyone" Abigail asked as she approached the others. Neither of which looked hurt. "Good, I take it." She noticed Zypha had a paper in her hands. Whatever it was, judging by the look the woman had on her face it was something interesting. So, gingerly she stepped over a few bodies and read over the woman's shoulders. It took a few extra seconds because the angle wasn't great, but she managed to get everything.

The red pirate whistled. "WEll isn't that a kick in the most gentles." She shook her head. "No good deed goes unpunished, right?" Sighing, she put her hands on her hips and looked around.

Double post. Sorry Not sure how to delete it ^.^;

@IceHeart

The large pirate was silent in voice, for once, as he assisted the captain to her feet. His face was much louder, though, as Alan smiled at Zypha with monstrous teeth. He held her hand, shaking it up and down. The extended handshake lasted for as long as she left it there, his titanic hands capable of being surprisingly soft.

"AYE, THEN I'LL BE BLIND BY THE END OF THIS, I WILL. HUA HUA! I'M ALAN FRINGE, MOUTH OF THE SEA!"

He let out an outburst and laughed again, powerful knuckles pushing into his hips and barrel chest heaving. As Zypha cleared the blood from her face, Alan wiped his own brow to remove the sweat dripping into his emerald eyes. Though, it only proved worse, as he'd gotten the cave pirate's blood on his knuckles. Four streaks of parallel red remained streaked across his forehead, slowly succumbing to gravity and the moisture on the pirate's skin. Alan held up his finger as she invited him to join the crew, leaning in as if to add something.

"AND I CAN COOK I CAN. THAT REMINDS ME, WHERE'S ME LITTLE CHICKEN LEG?"

Alan reached into his navy blue jacket, searching the interior pockets within. He appeared to be rummaging about a chest as his arm finally stopped, fingers dancing underneath one of the many jacket pockets. Opening his mouth silently, the giant pirate revealed some hidden cargo he'd been carrying all along. A tiny hen stood still, made diminutive by its surroundings. It pecked at the pirate's hand before scraping its talons along the flesh, shaking its tail feathers, and sitting down on his palm. Alan transferred the hen to his shoulder, where she normally sat. She seemed content yet curious, stretching her neck to observe her surroundings.

"Byaguk."

"AW, THERE'S A GOOD ROOSTER. I TOLD YE I WOULDN'T LET THE PIRATES TAKE YE."

@malmshodes@Leaves

While Zypha inspected the paper, Alan found an opportunity to introduce himself to the other members of the crew. His trembling steps led him to a nearby rock, sinking the boulder into the ground as he sat. He oriented himself towards the other two pirates. He opened and closed his giant palm in greeting, a wide grin composing a large portion of his face, tongue dancing behind white teeth.

"AND WHAT DO THEY CALL YOU TWO?"