had recently become; if a bounty hunter attack had only amused him for a few minutes, there was little else the man could do to hold his attention for any longer. The bounty hunter could only respond with furious gasps, far beyond the capacity to form a coherent sentence. ''I guess so. Yonyon, with me.'' the young Captain ordered. It felt strange upon his tongue, actually commanding one of his crew, rather than allowing them the simple pleasure of their own initiative. An acidic orb of candy where one had instead been expecting sweet. He wasn't sure he would ever get used to it. He wanted a crew of brothers and sisters, not a crew of mindless puppets. Yonyon, however, spoke nothing against his Captain's sudden change oftone and followed him out of the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him as if it hide Futtleshuckle's embarrassment at being so easily cast aside from the world. A cruel kindness. The bounty hunter did not share the sentiment. Stepping over the rim of the tub, he stumbled and caught himself upon the wall, the action poking fire into his already growing rage. As soon as the room stopped spinning, he kicked the door from it's hinges and tore after the pirates, his yellowing teeth bared, his rough, chapped lips flecked with spit.

Morrigan paused. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at the little rat of a man who followed him so persistently. Not even his drenched appearance could bring humour to the Captain's mood