A Change In The Wind Says I

[Daz]

"Fine, then we'll have none of your opinions either." I decide, and subsequently, as the hours past to the evening I sat quietly in the galley, nodding to the men who passed in and out and eyeing them up for the weakest. I wasn't going to listen to Bailey's ideas at all if this were how he'd be acting.. I don't want to commit myself to helping an emotionally unstable bastard.
It's dark at sea when I finally leave the place, and go up to the dark, and quite deserted decks. All of the men are distracted by the gambling, drinking and laughter of the evening, which is for the best. I stroll silently along the edges, looking over the railings to the ocean below, in the most innocent possible manner before a rather scrawney lad appears infront of me.
"Oh, Hello." I smile a little, being pleasant and all the like.. I blink slowly, but he doesn't reply, just staring at me, quite dumstruck to the fact there's a woman talking to an unattractive little thing like him.
He goes to reply as I take a step closer and grin, making him stutter a little in an introduction, which I don't really listen to, as I reach for my dagger.
The next few moments are brief as I quickly grab his pathetic mouth and plunge my small blade into him, a ridiculous amount of times, repeating the motion, because it's just so..
there are no words, but the grin stays on my face before I throw him overboard. Leaving my first in the trail Jack can find after our abandoned raft.

The question now, though, is whether they will notice the boy is gone. I tend to doubt it.. he seemed invisible in the galley. But the red on my hands and my shirt are rather visible. Hidden in the dark for now, it's fine.. but I'm sure I'll find a decent excuse.

I head back to the galley and to the cabin, knocking on the door.

[Lauren]

"I'm just tired," Quinn smiled weakly. "I just want this to be over," She mumbled, climbing on the raft.

Bailey opened the door, dishevelled and just woken up. He looked at Cleo with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?"

[Daz]

"I'd like to have my share of the bed, if I may." I roll my eyes, wiping my bloody hands on my trousers.

[Lauren]

Bailey stepped aside, letting her in. "Who did you kill?" He asked, looking at the tell tale splatter up her front of a stabbing attack.

[Daz]

"Some boy, I don't know." I tell him, matter of factly as I sit on the bed and take off my boots.

[Lauren]

"Right," Bailey said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him as he walked back on deck.

[Daz]

I frown a little, watching him go, quite wondering why he's being so.. irritable. The only thing that I can imagine is that after he saw the whole Jack episode.. he's decided he quite likes me, and therefore is acting like a typical man, pretending to the best of his ability that he hates me and like a school boy will bully me until he has the courage to admit it to himself.
Remembering this fact makes me feel a bit better. I lay down on the bed and stare at the ceiling, awfully tired.

[jarofdirt]

Jack nodded in agreement, holding the raft in place as best he could as Quinn boarded. "Well, there's nothin' but time ahead of us now, at least until we find Cleo's trail, whatever that may be, so feel free to rest, love." He stretched his arms and held onto the far rails of the simple craft as he pulled himself on, wincing slightly. He then quickly situated himself so that he was sitting cross-legged, his paddle in the water as he began to lead the rafts to the trading routes some distance ahead.

[Lauren]

Bailey walked on deck and leaned on the railing, keeping an out on their trail, looking out for Jack and the others following. He glanced down at his hands and saw his fists clenched, his knuckles white. He paced up and down the deck, anxiously, unsure what to do next. Jack joining them would ruin everything. But now she'd left him a trail. Stupid woman. No matter what he did now, Jack would find them, follow them, catch up with them. And then what? Back to square one. He had to put a stop to Jack once and for all.

Quinn sat in the middle of the raft, afraid of falling off. "That's not what I mean, Jack," She said quietly. "Tired of this,"

[jarofdirt]

Jack's brows furrowed as he continued to row, the sweat beading upon his brow lost as the sea water splashed upon them until they cleared the reef breaks and got into open ocean. "Tired of what, exactly?" he wondered, not quite sure what she was talking about. "Being on wooden sea craft? If it's any consolation we will be on a bigger one soon enough, eh?"