upon his breath. The backs of his legs hit the side of the bed and he fell backwards onto the sheets, scrambling to get away from his target. Morrigan laughed, the sound rich, joyous... and infinitely ominous.

Morrigan approached him, slowly, as though he were stalking. There were something about the way he moved to suggest his mood had turned sadistic, yet Yonyon had never seen that particular mood before. The Okama shook his head slightly; Morrigan was just as whimsical as the wind, and just as prone to change. What would he do...? The Okama found himself not wanting an answer.

''What's wrong, sir Futtleshuckle? Do I... scare you...?'' Morrigan taunted, coming to a stop only when his knees touched the side of the bed. The bounty hunter's skinthe man move. Scrambling harder against the sheets, he suddenly fell over the other side, landing hard on his back yet not seeming to notice. With an exaggerated step forwards, Morrigan stepped up onto the bed and drew the first of his swords; Leviathan. ''Apparently not, though it did make you move. I wonder what else I can do to make you move...''

''Captain...'' Yonyon said, quietly. Morrigan stretched for a moment, savouring the uncertainly in his First Mate's voice.

''Yes...?'' he responded, nor bothering to look at the man sat somewhere to his left. Instead, he kept his unblinking stare fixed upon Futtleshuckle below, as though that alone would stop the man from fleeing. Apparently, he was right. The bounty hunter froze to the spot as he reached for