OOC:So this is where the actual adventure that got started in the "Sign of the Blue Sailor" thread happens. To my knowledge, we have all five of my characters, plus Bane's David and Richard, Artemis's Artemis Fowl () and Axelle's, well, Axelle. I won't object to any stowaways or unexpected arrivals, but once we're on the island, the only way to run into us is basically by getting shipwrecked, 'cause it's virtually impossible to find the island without the right charts (i.e., Kasam's).

Kasam stood waiting outside. His dark hair was being blown gently by the night breeze. Behind him, a massive figure appeared from the darkness. His skin was the color of rich, dark copper, and he wore little clothing, only a vest and shortened trousers. He slip the one-handed axe he carried through a loop in his trousers and stood behind Kasam, arms folded. Across from them, a beggar with a blindfold across his useless eyes stood, his cloak slipping a little to reveal the oiled leather fighting clothes beneath. None of them said anything, but it was clear that they were a group. They waited in silence.

Kryoni emerged from the pub building. When she came out, the breeze blew her hair sideways from her face, clearly displaying her fine features against her dark skin. She automatically touched her sword hilt when she saw the blind man, then nodded in recognition and relaxed. Cora moved out from behind her, took a deep breath, and let it out audibly. She shook her head as if clearing it, swinging her white braids, then joined the blind man. He didn't look at her--he couldn't--but he moved to allow her to pass behind him.

They waited in silence.

"Come on, Axelle. It won't do to keep them waiting." Artemis steered Axelle toward the door. "Ready?" he asked sardonically. "Oh, wait. You're always ready, aren't you." He stepped outside, the wind ruffling his hir slightly. "Ready, oh commander!" he yelled loudly into the darkness.

[[ Hmm, stowaways it is. ^^ ]]

"That one looks good," Indigo whispered from his spot, crouched behind a stack of crates. "The people all look like adventurers, so they must be off somewhere cool. You could write a song about it, bro." Alistar heaved a sigh.

"Look, Indigo, I'm not so sure we should be going through with this. I mean, if you really want to go with them, we can talk face-to-face, but stowing away--"

"Aww, it's not like we're gonna be stealing their food," Indigo retorted. "We've got plenty for ourselves."

"How do you know that? You don't even know how long they'll be at sea!" Alistar hissed. He turned around to look at Elsa, who had remained silent. "Come on, you'll back me up in this. It's a bad idea."

"Er... I think you might want to keep an eye on your brother," Elsa said, pointing. Alistar whipped around.

"Oh, for the love of... gahh." He heaved a sigh of frustration. Indigo had snuck around to the opposite side of the ship and used his whip as in impromptu rope to climb on. Alistar just caught sight of him heading down to the cargo hold. "Well, guess we're going after all," he said grudgingly. "Come on, let's see if we can get them to take us too. Legitimately." He stood and began to make his way toward the strange group, smiling despite the fact that his face was concealed by his mask.

David and Richard stepped outside, both wrapped in cloaks. David used his staff as a walking stick, and Richard was buckling his sword to his belt.

David jerked his head at the alley, and Richard ducked into it. A few seconds later he walked back out, and stood waiting to leave for the ship.

Axelle pulled her arm away from Artemis.

"Shut up." She hissed, glaring at him. Her eyes moved to the others, but she didn't say anything, merely stood, tapping her foot and allowed her hair to be whipped around by the wind. She closed her eyes, not caring what happened.

Artemis looked at Axelle, shrugging. "You should never close your eyes around people you don't know. Didn't your mother teach you that? Plenty of cruel, indecent, mean people out there." He smiled laconically. "Oh my, I just described myself, didn't I..."

Axelle opened an eye and looked at Artemis through it. "You? Please, you don't scare me." She caught her breath, and closed her eye again.

"Ah, but that's because you don't know me." Artemis chortled, looking at her. "You wouldn't like to..." He trailed off.

"I know what I need to know, coward." She muttered, rolling her eyes beneath the lids. "Besides, you know nothing of me, either."

Artemis' eyes narrowed into venomous slits. "Coward?", he hissed. "How dare you? I've done things you couldn't imagine, you foolish girl..." He attempted to recover, but his facial muscles seemed to be ignoring him.

Axelle felt quite accomplished. She'd managed to piss off Artemis, master of the piss off. Her body moved swiftly in front of the boy, her lips pressed against his neck, her arms wrapped around him despite his struggles. Lips parted, she began to speak, blowing hot air against his neck.

"Foolish? Hardly." She whispered. "I'm older than you, boy. Watch yourself." Stepping back, she smirked, and turned around to find something fun to do.

Artemis, quite literally, froze. He attempted to to reply wittily, but all he managed to say was a very unimpressive "Gah..." WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Artemis still didn't move. That was uncomfortable. And fun. Artemis shook his head, finally clearing it. "You...you may be older, but I have certainly more experience in the world than you, you...you..."

Axelle turned, striding back over to Artemis. Her finger tapped his chin and she smiled. "I...I...I what?" Her face moved dangerously close to Artemis'. "And what do you know? How do you know my experience?"

This isn't happening. "Oh, if by experience you mean..." Artemis laughed shakily, distracted by the small amount of space between their faces.

Axelle giggled. "No, that's not what I meant." She whispered, moving back. "Now, tell. Please, I'd love to know of your oh-so-intriguing experiences. I'd love to know." Her eyes narrowed.