A long beat of silence fills the air, no matter the beating of the waves against the cask of The Burning Corsair. The sea of Carigwest was calm that night, a rare moment of peace after a storm that had shaken the crew belonging to the Captain of the Shadow. The hours were long, and the way to the Silver kingdom of Razia was even more torturous.

The shadow of a dragon flew overhead, roar ringing throughout the aquamarine hues that made the ship sway softly. Usually, this late, the crew would've been happily singing, dancing and doing their jobs, but tonight had been different.

Everest tapped the bottom of his dagger against a nut, cracking it open and eating the contents as he sat on a stool by a barrel, his temporary table. The Quartermaster kept an eye out, always willing to pay attention to his surroundings when his Captain was busy. But he was uneasy, something made him uneasy.

He turned towards you the second you emerged from the pirate quarters, the newcomer who had made a name for themselves quite quickly on the crew. "Ah, y'here. Good, cap's been meanin' t' talk to ye'."

One nod towards the captain's cabin and you were already making your way there, knocking on the door before receiving an affirmative response to enter.

Once inside, your eyes quickly set on the man that sat behind his desk, hands wrapping the blindfold around his eyes the second that you had entered. Caliban turned his head just then, offering a subtle shake of his head towards you.

"Take a sit," His voice was like velvet, face tilting towards the chair across from his desk, a room perfectly stable no matter how much the ship would sway from side to side. "I wanted to have a chat."