Arthur and remaining crew made haste to try and save the only life boat, flames burning to the ropes almost brought it ablaze, but luck showed this pirate one kindness in the mist of the madness and made it off the Delight. Arthur looked at his ship in anguish, it might have been stolen but it was still his. Cursing the air he averted his eyes and drew his attention to his remaining crew. Fred and Jeremy looking fearful for their lives, trembling to the thought of what Arthur is going to do to them as Gilbert patted the flames off himself. "Fred, Jeremy...", they were about to talk but the pistols stopped them, "I should kill you, right here and now. But I'll spare your sorry arses until we get every. Last. Thing. From that air ship and then kill you for mutiny!" Arthur's voice sounded calm but ringed in their ears like thunder, making them feel even more on the verge of tears
Fred quivered in response, "But you had no idea how frightening Oliver and Olivia were! They stabbed half the crew for sheer fun in the leg and killed 2 of them from saying something to Olivia!". Arthur was pressing the pistol on Fred's head hard, "We were trying to help you! We maybe spineless but we stayed loyal, we said to not burn the ship with you trapped inside your cabin! And we made sure to dampen the ropes that held the rowboat we are on now so it won't catch on fire!" Jeremy defended.
Arthur was gripping the pistols harder, "That's a load of crap and you know it, I bet they knew you two would do something and leave you to die!". Fred spoke again sounding even more scared, "We couldn't do anything to stop it! They kept close eye on everyone and most were fully in on it! All our messages to get help from Bonnefoy were unresponsive!" Arthur dropped both pistols with a look of shock and horror on his face being silent. "We first thought about captain Gilbert, he joined two days after as planned when we heard of this leaving his fleet to his brother for the time. So Bonnefoy was our only fall-back." Jeremy nervously conveyed.
Gilbert chuckled a bit by Arthur's face as it turned into pure anger, " I'd rather drown than to be helped by that French frog.." And went off into a train of curses and ranting about him. "Calm down Arthur, it's not that bad. Better to be him than your other enemy." Gilbert said, patting him on the back laughing. " Hello? Is anyone out 'ere?" Arthur sunk into the boat a little muttering 'bloody hell' to who was pulling around the blazing ship lead by a messenger hawk. An obnoxious sounding laugh came as soon as the voice found the rowboat, "Bonjour moi marins anglais, your big brother Francis is here to save you!" He threw down a rope that Gilbert caught as he said it, "Salut, Gilbert. Didn't know you were 'ere." Gilbert greeted him with a smirk as he pulled onto the rope.
"Get stuffed you french bastard." Arthur was giving him the middle finger as he said it bluntly, face still laying on the bottom of the boat as the other three were securing it. "It's lovely to see you to Arthur... How's your girlfriend doing?" He rises up from his sulking with death in his eyes, "Shove off it!". Francis just rolled his eyes as his crew was helping the others up from the boat. Arthur, reaching to grab the rope was denied when Francis just scoffed as he tossed the rope off his ship back to a very pissed Englishmen. "Is that any language to say when someone is helping someone?" Francis was making a mocking pout that made Arthur more pissed, " Yes, especially if it's you I have to put up with. Like giving someone only a bloody rope to grab onto and tossing it back into the damn boat!"
France was about to say something until nine of his crew mates rushed to the side of the ship, "I knew it! It is him!" one of them said, they pushed the captain and others abruptly out of the way, tossing down the rope, and bringing Arthur on board. After which all of them started to beat up poor Arthur, Francis and others were surprised and tried to help them off, "Dames, dames control yourselves! He was only kidding a little with the harsh things that he said". One of the lady crew members looking older than most of them turned to him, "It is not that! This one stole our sister away from us!". The beating continued until the oldest looking one told the tallest and the smallest two to stop beating him. The smallest gave him one more gut punch as the tallest, having him in a head lock let loose of him.
The nine really did kick his ass badly and literally. His coat fairly ripped, lip split and a few bruises on his stomach, face and arms. Arthur groaned as the men looked at the nine girls in fear. One of them with intense blue eyes and dark as nutmeg skin grabbed the bruised pirate by the coat holding him off the ground looking more scary by the second, "Where in Sheol is my second little sister Skylla?!" she said with a booming voice. Arthur looked in her eye, "She was taken." She asked him where, shaking him for an answer, " In an airship into the clouds! I don't know where it's going!".
She let him drop to the floor as she turned to the tallest, red haired sister and another one who looked like the commanding one's twin "Vasiliki and Ligeria, try and get a reading on them with the wave and air patterns." They nodded and one went to the crows nest while the other to the side of the ship. Francis however told all of them to stop. "The only one who is giving orders around here is me! Now Rue, Arthur, can you please tell me what is going on?!"
