Across the world!

[Coolpikaaa]

Coolpikaaa had managed to get himself up off the floor and stumble in the darkness awhile before realizing he still had an old candle in his pack.It was lit with a spark, casting enough light around to make out the stairs ahead and what looked to be a hat infront of him.

"How did this get down here?"

-coolpikaaa

[Blackstar Foundation]

coolpikaaa lights their candle, illuminating the immediate area.

[Maraha]

"How did this get down here?"

Maraha poked her head out of the hat to see Coolpikaaa with a candle. She looked around the candlelit room before speaking up. "Is the trouble over yet? I don't mean to seem like a coward, but someone has to live to tell the tale, eh?"

[Cirrial]

Cirrial has been gone a while. He can't even really remember why. This and that and the other had come up, he'd had to fight some weird firey duplicate of himself, he vaguely recalled some sort of step pyramid, and he recalls waking up in a cave with slimey walls for a short time as well.

And then, nothing. Then, back on Meles, wandering between worlds.

And then, a week or so ago, he arrived on the Dojo. He'd kept a low profile, eavesdropping events, here and there, doing things that had little effect on the masses or the adventurers. Funny how if you tried really hard, people would walk by you and not realise you were water in a vaguely anthropic form.

And here he is now, circling large figure-of-eights on the surface of the oceans on the other side of Blackstar, feeling the air in his lack of a face, thoroughly refreshed.

He dives under the ocean, a somewhat seamless transition, and flows as a torrent, picking up speed.

Directly into the sinking form of the Citrus Gold.

After recovering and flicking bits of wood out of his reassembling body, he surfaces with the force of a depth charge, looking down on the oceans below him before gravity begins to pull him back.

A sunken ship? And it hasn't fallen too far! This obviously must be the work of pirates. Or I hope it is, at least. I'm sick of this lack of action.

He lands on the ocean, a shockwave of water flying outwards as he hits the surface and refuses to go under. He calls up a tendril of water, perches on top of it, and raises it up higher.

In the middle of ocean, a humanoid water elemental standing on a solid L-shape of water, defying gravity, would likely be a sight unmissable.

[TheBlackSoul]

TBS had noticed the conversation between Scurvy, Thresher, and Obed. They seemed to come to a stalemate, which meant he'd have to dislodge the soul in his spear some other way than he wanted too, then Scurvy took a swing at Obed. This made the were-grendel think that the fight was still going on.

He aimed his spear in Scurvy's direction. He aimed with both eyes open, in an attempt to see if he had a good chance of hitting her, and then the tip of the spear-which was already glowing menacingly-suddenly lit up.

Finally, with a loud bang as if firing a gun, the soul flew out of the spear, in the form of a glowing, comet-shaped ball of yellow energy, and flew at the female pirate.

[Abidusray]

It was unfortunate that Thresher took that moment to slowly stand up, his legs shaking slightly with the rocking deck. Thresher was not one for ships -- it wasn't that he got seasick so much as it seemed so primitive. The Machina was state-of-the-art, but even it was prone to buffeting by turbulence. But that was different: more repetitive, and without the stomach-clenching feeling that the floor was dropping out from underneath you with every step you took.

Years of being a pirate resulted in Thresher's reflex being much faster than the average layman's. So when he heard the bang of a gun behind him, he instinctively dropped to the floor, whirling around as he did so, frantically trying to locate the gun-toter.

[Intyalle]

~~Savannah~~
Savannah saw a man standing on water. A column of water, actually, rather an unnerving sight. Twisting the wind so as to amplify her voice - but only for the water-man - she called out to him.
"What do you want?"

[Coolpikaaa]

"A talking hat.....


Thats new."

Coolpikaaa twisted his candle a bit more so he could see more of the area.Still in the position that he couldn't actually see anyone in the hat,coolpikaaa listened to the tale of the hat who wanted to survive an apperent pirate take-over.

"So uh...."coolpikaaa started, confused that he was talking to a hat and not quite sure exactly what to say.

"I'm not to sure...well...that anyone would exactly...you know...want to try and hurt a hat..."

-coolpikaaa

[Cirrial]

Cirrial swivelled on his perch, rotating on one foot with no other movement.

He peered over, his attennae lazily snaking in the direction of the Rocinante.

"What do you want?"

The voice was faint yet distinct at once, as if some unseen wind was shoving it along to him.

He concentrated. To amplify his own voice...

The ocean around him bubbled and stirred uneasily. His voice came from his own body, the perch, and the swirling waters around him. It sounded less like his normal speaking voice and much more etheral.

He couldn't co-ordinate so much water for such an act accurately, after all.

"My name is Cirrial. I seek to learn more of the sinking of the Citrus Gold."

Being unfocused in any single direction, this loudspeaker effect would carry his voice a lot further all around him. Hell, even the fish would probably feel the bass of his voice a mile away.

[Intyalle]

~~Savannah~~
The voice that returned was loud indeed. How he had amplified his voice was a mystery to her.
"I believe we crased into them," she called back, using the winds as directed amplification again. "Mind helping us get rid of the pirates?"

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru turned towards the voice, and shoved his way through the crowd towards the source, leaving the shockatana stuck in the floor somewhere. He shouted towards the figure. "What do you care?! I've already got salvage rights!"

[Cirrial]

Cirrial pauses, mentally seperating the simultaneous responses received and contemplating them.

I knew it! This had to be the work of pirates. And it sounds like they wanted the ship. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage.

It's a good thing they have no idea who I am.

"I am the Spirit of the Oceans of Blackstar, Cirrial. My word is law and my actions are reality. I appear to you in this form as I have deemed it the least intimidating of my forms. Such low creatures as pirates would do best not to irritate me, lest they find themselves trapped within a capsized vessel.

The Citrus Gold is falling to the depths of the oceans. It is in my jurisdiction. If you desire it, you must inform me why. I will not have it passing to those I deem unsuitable for the power it contains."

Oh, I'm going to regret doing that. A lot. Damn. Oh well, too late to back down now.

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru perched himself precariously on the railing of his ship. "My name is Kazumaru, and I am the captain of the Rocinante. As you can see, my ship has, via a strange gust of wind, taken out the ship known as the Citrus Gold. As such, I feel it is my right to salvage what I can from her. Do you disagree, o noble spirit?"

[Shine]

Scurvy's "Thwack" caught Obed's weapon hand and sent the sword skating across the floor, but Obed is thoroughly trained in person to person combat, and extra appendages are a plus.

In a White Crane style (kung fu) move, he snapped open his left wing in an upward sweep, which should catch and lift the underside of the "thwacking" arm, while he lunges forward, right hand grasping for Scurvys left hand, and his left hand shooting out to grab her by the neck.

((all this takes place just before the arrival of the "water man", which should happen about the time of Scurvey's response.))

[Shaon]

The wing pushed her arm upwards, causing the pole to fly out of her hands and straight into the ocean.

She fell to the floor as Obed grabbed her by the neck.