“If you wish to survive, we must rise up against the Captain…” Crow spoke beneath his disguise of mud and an alternate personality. “Some will be lost to the sea by the edge of their blades and the wrath of their fingers, but you must know that if you do not bring yourself to the helm of bravery then you will belong to the sea once they are done with you...and if not them..then those they sell you to.” Although some of those present within the hull were not keen on the idea of having their lives end on this night, they were all born with the fire present in survivors.
“I promise you all that they will pay for what they have done to you, those you love,” He paused for a moment as he looked to Genevieve, “and those whose love you were taken from having’. A look of pride sat behind her eyes
