“Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Lyne
Following a song...” 

Marren sung the shanty into the lone darkness of the humid night. The air was thick and felt like breathing soup, the heat still ever present. He had not noticed it during their mad dash through the jungle but now, when death and danger was not breathing down his neck, he could start to feel something other than pants-wetting fear. Not that the sweltering heat, the thick and humid air or his injured arm were any good mind you, but it was better. For now. 

“Mghh” Marren grumbled and rubbed his eyes as tiredness was beginning to set in. He did not know how long he had been walking for, singing songs and thinking of little things. Well, no. He was thinking about something. Namely, what that easily manipulated pirate guard had mentioned. 

[I] “The Corsair's 'aint doin' so well”[/i]

It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did, last he left the Corsairs were doing fairly well. With his mother and Prince Aro bankrolling the group they were a formidable force. Then again, that had been around a year ago or so and he had not read any letters for the past three months from his mother or anyone else. He simply had not had the chance to visit a drop location. 

“Still, they should be fine” He said to assuage that ever lingering doubt in the back of his mind. 

“How dare you!” Someone shouted out of nowhere. Marren did not jump, he didnt. He simply stumbled. Upwards. 

“What in the bloody hells...” He recovered and made his way towards the noise, someone was talking but now it was muffled. As he got closer and closer, nearing the village square, he could hear clearer. It was a woman's voice that much he could tell. 

Rounding a corner he saw her, or barely saw her. The moonlight wasnt exactly being generous tonight. He could see she had a thick bunch of hair, quite long and had a deep colour but it was difficult to make out what from this distance. Her clothing looked to be a mix between rags and some sort of travelling wear. On her shoulder were two bright twinkles, jewellery Marren assumed. 

“Oi, hey. You there” He called out to her waving his hand “Who are you?”