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*It was teeming with crew and the biggest ugliest monsters he had ever seen all deep in combat,  Scrum ducked as a monster swung its fist at him, hitting another member of crew and sending the man overboard, Scrum head him screaming all the way down, the brute now turned and snarled at him and Scrum circled the creature his sword held aloft* yer one ugly fuck aintcha? *He mocked angrily* *Ye aint gettin’ my ship yer bastard..

*Butcher steps beside Scrum and grins *need some help lad? *He keeps an eye on the ugly brute waitng for its attack, the creature is slow and witless easy enough to take out… in theory, the golem, roars and smashes its fists on the deck and then charges at them both

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She wasn’t entirely sure how to adress the crew, but worse was how to get their attention. She’d been up most of the day and found the pistol she’d taken from that annoying girl (who she hadn’t seen at all recently…). Pepper was still useless with aiming or even maintaining a gun but she’d sat…

*Butcher is stood behind Pep and he puffs on his cigar and grins at her* That was a pretty speech Captain…so the traitor gave ye what ye needed then? Thought he might *He chuckles and leans against the railing* knew he would yield that one, just needed the right type a persuasion…

A frown quickly swept over Pep’s face and she spun around to face him.
“Tell me Butcher, how’d ye persuade him ta talk? He seemed right unafraid of any pain or even death when I saw him before ye. How’d ye do it?” she said, eyes narrowed with obvious dispelasure on her face. “I’ve an inklin’ meself but I’d rather you tell me before I go makin’ assumptions and whatnot.” he voice carried obvious sarcasm and was dripping with contempt rather suddenly.

*He cracks his knuckles, one by one and then pulls out a fresh cigar lighting it and taking his time, the cigars he has found on board are obvious bad quality and taste like it too but that are all he has right now and beggers can’t be choosers, he looks to Pep and gives her a toothy grin, showing yellowed teeth* Well fer yer information Captain, I knew the boy was gonna be tough an’ it was obvious he wasn’t afraid te die an’ I gave him a good goin’ over* He winks at her* “wanted te make ye proud I did Pep an’ even though I beat that fucker within’ an inch of his life, he wouldn’t give me nuthin’ so i got thinkin’ how do you scare someone who aint afraid of death? Then I remembered his little sister an’ then it came te me, he might not be afraid te die but if his sister got hurt or killed, well thats another thing entirely. so I got her te come down and see me, pretty little thing she is, with that sweet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth face and big dark eyes but she screamed just the same as did her brother when I hit her…

Pep’s jaw tensed, she’d known what he was going to say (and arguably it was better that way, as she could plan roughly what she wanted to say and it wasn’t such an awful shock. But then, finding Mia bloodied and wasn’t exactly a nice way to go about it either…)
“Interestin’ method, Butcher, but I dinnae remember sayin’ you could go hitting others. She did no wrong and you were to work information out of him. Ye beat not only our resident healer but also the only person who knows The Raven well. We’ve completely lost her trust now. Ye hit a completely innocent woman when there wern’t any need nor were ye explicitly told ye could do so. Ye fucked up, Butcher, don’t you ever fuckin’ do somethin’ like that again.” she hissed, poiting one of her spindly fingers at him accusingly.

*Butcher picks at the dirt between his fingernails, he really doesn’t care for what Pep thinks at all and he eventually glances up at her* Well ye never gave me any guidelines Captain and I can’t remember ye sayin’ that I couldn’t hit others either, yer instructions were a little vague now that I think about it. An’ I did what ye asked and got the results ye wanted, so whats yer problem eh? An’ there was every need te do what I did if I hadn’t we would be sittin’ ducks for the Raven right now *He spits on the floor and sneers at her, finding her to be weak and quite repulsive now she is showing with child* Are ye worried she might not be yer friend now, is that what this is all about eh? *he laughs and chews his cigar* ye is Captain, why don’t ye start actin’ like one? *A few crew are gathering behind him, muttering amongst themselves and giving Pep hateful looks and Butcher smiles at Pep* These lot have all got me back and me respect Captain, what ye got right now eh?

Lifting her head and breathing in sharply, Pep stood still for a moment, fists clenched as she weighed her options. Pulling a dagger on him would be foolish, as he could easily justify beating her to death. The sudden stares of the crew were slowly chipping away at her confidence and her upper lip twitched a few times, head suddenly throbbing.
“Either way, ye should’ve found a different way. Call it a lack of creativity.” she hissed, aware she was outnumbered, she could only pull the Raven as a reason to disperse them and leave herself. “An’ stop standin’ around here! We’ve a ship on its way intendin’ ta destroy us in a day’s time, get yer arses in gear an’ get this ship ready. All of ye.” she directed the last three words at Butcher, eyes wide and quite suddenly full of a very white hot rage. She was so sick of being criticised for her skills as Captain. She hadn’t asked for this. She’d not asked to be anything higher than a fucking cook but when she tried to do the job forced upon her she wasn’t even given credit for that. Fuck them. Leaving the men, not caring if they bothered to work or not, she quickly stormed down the stairs and onto the main deck, giving the sick priest a kick in the gut before she quickly disappeared below deck with the intention of finding herself something to do away from the smarmy eyes of Butcher and his cronies.

*Butcher gives the men a triumphant smile and claps one of them on his back, almost knocking him to his feet* Never send a woman te do a man’s job eh lads? an’ a breeding woman too…well looks like she’s gone te reapply her make up on somthin as she seemed a tad upset dontcha think? *The men laugh and shake their heads and then Butcher bellows at them all *BACK TE WORK YE PILES OF SHIT OR THE RAVEN WILL BE THE LEAST OF YER WORRIES, YE GET ME? *The crew scurry away and he leans back again, arms crossed, a self satisfied and smug smile on his face*

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She wasn’t entirely sure how to adress the crew, but worse was how to get their attention. She’d been up most of the day and found the pistol she’d taken from that annoying girl (who she hadn’t seen at all recently…). Pepper was still useless with aiming or even maintaining a gun but she’d sat…

*Butcher is stood behind Pep and he puffs on his cigar and grins at her* That was a pretty speech Captain…so the traitor gave ye what ye needed then? Thought he might *He chuckles and leans against the railing* knew he would yield that one, just needed the right type a persuasion…

A frown quickly swept over Pep’s face and she spun around to face him.
“Tell me Butcher, how’d ye persuade him ta talk? He seemed right unafraid of any pain or even death when I saw him before ye. How’d ye do it?” she said, eyes narrowed with obvious dispelasure on her face. “I’ve an inklin’ meself but I’d rather you tell me before I go makin’ assumptions and whatnot.” he voice carried obvious sarcasm and was dripping with contempt rather suddenly.

*He cracks his knuckles, one by one and then pulls out a fresh cigar lighting it and taking his time, the cigars he has found on board are obvious bad quality and taste like it too but that are all he has right now and beggers can’t be choosers, he looks to Pep and gives her a toothy grin, showing yellowed teeth* Well fer yer information Captain, I knew the boy was gonna be tough an’ it was obvious he wasn’t afraid te die an’ I gave him a good goin’ over* He winks at her* “wanted te make ye proud I did Pep an’ even though I beat that fucker within’ an inch of his life, he wouldn’t give me nuthin’ so i got thinkin’ how do you scare someone who aint afraid of death? Then I remembered his little sister an’ then it came te me, he might not be afraid te die but if his sister got hurt or killed, well thats another thing entirely. so I got her te come down and see me, pretty little thing she is, with that sweet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth face and big dark eyes but she screamed just the same as did her brother when I hit her…

Pep’s jaw tensed, she’d known what he was going to say (and arguably it was better that way, as she could plan roughly what she wanted to say and it wasn’t such an awful shock. But then, finding Mia bloodied and wasn’t exactly a nice way to go about it either…)
“Interestin’ method, Butcher, but I dinnae remember sayin’ you could go hitting others. She did no wrong and you were to work information out of him. Ye beat not only our resident healer but also the only person who knows The Raven well. We’ve completely lost her trust now. Ye hit a completely innocent woman when there wern’t any need nor were ye explicitly told ye could do so. Ye fucked up, Butcher, don’t you ever fuckin’ do somethin’ like that again.” she hissed, poiting one of her spindly fingers at him accusingly.

*Butcher picks at the dirt between his fingernails, he really doesn’t care for what Pep thinks at all and he eventually glances up at her* Well ye never gave me any guidelines Captain and I can’t remember ye sayin’ that I couldn’t hit others either, yer instructions were a little vague now that I think about it. An’ I did what ye asked and got the results ye wanted, so whats yer problem eh? An’ there was every need te do what I did if I hadn’t we would be sittin’ ducks for the Raven right now *He spits on the floor and sneers at her, finding her to be weak and quite repulsive now she is showing with child* Are ye worried she might not be yer friend now, is that what this is all about eh? *he laughs and chews his cigar* ye is Captain, why don’t ye start actin’ like one? *A few crew are gathering behind him, muttering amongst themselves and giving Pep hateful looks and Butcher smiles at Pep* These lot have all got me back and me respect Captain, what ye got right now eh?

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She wasn’t entirely sure how to adress the crew, but worse was how to get their attention. She’d been up most of the day and found the pistol she’d taken from that annoying girl (who she hadn’t seen at all recently…). Pepper was still useless with aiming or even maintaining a gun but she’d sat…

*Butcher is stood behind Pep and he puffs on his cigar and grins at her* That was a pretty speech Captain…so the traitor gave ye what ye needed then? Thought he might *He chuckles and leans against the railing* knew he would yield that one, just needed the right type a persuasion…

A frown quickly swept over Pep’s face and she spun around to face him.
“Tell me Butcher, how’d ye persuade him ta talk? He seemed right unafraid of any pain or even death when I saw him before ye. How’d ye do it?” she said, eyes narrowed with obvious dispelasure on her face. “I’ve an inklin’ meself but I’d rather you tell me before I go makin’ assumptions and whatnot.” he voice carried obvious sarcasm and was dripping with contempt rather suddenly.

*He cracks his knuckles, one by one and then pulls out a fresh cigar lighting it and taking his time, the cigars he has found on board are obvious bad quality and taste like it too but that are all he has right now and beggers can’t be choosers, he looks to Pep and gives her a toothy grin, showing yellowed teeth* Well fer yer information Captain, I knew the boy was gonna be tough an’ it was obvious he wasn’t afraid te die an’ I gave him a good goin’ over* He winks at her* “wanted te make ye proud I did Pep an’ even though I beat that fucker within’ an inch of his life, he wouldn’t give me nuthin’ so i got thinkin’ how do you scare someone who aint afraid of death? Then I remembered his little sister an’ then it came te me, he might not be afraid te die but if his sister got hurt or killed, well thats another thing entirely. so I got her te come down and see me, pretty little thing she is, with that sweet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth face and big dark eyes but she screamed just the same as did her brother when I hit her…

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She wasn’t entirely sure how to adress the crew, but worse was how to get their attention. She’d been up most of the day and found the pistol she’d taken from that annoying girl (who she hadn’t seen at all recently…). Pepper was still useless with aiming or even maintaining a gun but she’d sat…

*Butcher is stood behind Pep and he puffs on his cigar and grins at her* That was a pretty speech Captain…so the traitor gave ye what ye needed then? Thought he might *He chuckles and leans against the railing* knew he would yield that one, just needed the right type a persuasion…

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All he has given Butcher so far is a string of abuse and some colourful curse words that even Butcher has heard of It seems the boy isn’t afraid of pain no matter how hard Butcher hits him and Butcher gets the feeling that Vincent wants him to kill him, the boy has that crazed looked, in the one…

*Vincent leans against the bars as blood drips from his nose and mouth and gives Butcher a broken mouthed grin, spitting out the teeth onto the brig floor* Is that all you got Butcher…I would have thought Pep’s attack dog would have been better than this…maybe she should fit you with a collar and take you for a fuckin’ walk..*He gasps as Butcher sends a blow to his stomach and hangs there recovering his breath and as blood dribbles down his face* I ain’t tellin’ you a thing, your wastin’ your time…

*Butcher bends down his hands on his knees and peers at the traitors bloody swollen face and grins* Oh I think ye might come around to my line a thinkin’ soon enough lad, all it takes is the right kinda motivation and i will have ye singin’ like a canary *he stands up as he hears footsteps on the brig stairs, it is Ratface and he is follwed by the witch, her eyes go wide with concern as she see’s a brother, bloody and beaten and she rushes towards the cell* looks like ye have a visitor lad* he stands infront of the witch blocking her from getting near the cell *now then lass, don’t ye be worrying about yer brother, was just having a little chat with him now…

You leave Mia out of this! *Vincent hisses and coughs up blood* Get out of here Mia…don’t tell him anything! His sister looks at him with fear and concern in her eyes and he finds himself getting angry and he shouts at her* GO MIA…GO AWAY!…*The last thing he wants is for her to see him like this at the mercy of Pep’s attack dog* please Mia..leave now

Butcher places his hand gently on the witch’s shoulder and she flinches *now then lass, don’t ye be leavin’ just yet, I just need yer help ye see, te make yer brother here see sense an’ give me what I want…* Then before she can react, he brings his fist around and it collides with her face and he feels the crunch of bone and she shrieks loudly and collapses to the floor, her hands covering her face. blood pouring from her nose Butcher grabs her by the hair and drags her back to her feet, the girl is making an awful keening noise, it reminds Butcher of a wounded animal and she weakly tries to escape his grasp. The traitor is going berserk in his cell, screaming and smashing into the bars and Butcher grins at him “Ye have a choice lad, either ye give me what I want or…I hit her again an’ again an’ this time I won’t hold back, that was just a tap, next time it will kill her…ye have thirty seconds te decide…

YOU BASTARD, YOU FUCKIN ANIMAL!…YOU LEAVE HER ALONE..SHE’S DONE NOTHING TO HURT ANYONE! Legion, slams against his cell, screaming at the man who was hurting his sister, her face is swollen and bloody and her eyes dart from side to side in pain and fear and he cannot bear it, he never thought that Butcher would do such a thing but he should have guessed that the man was capable of anything and tears roll down his face for his sisters pain* Mia…by the goddess…I’m so sorry he hurt you…I’m so sorry *he is sobbing and can feel all the strength and fight he had felt earlier draining away* If you promise not to hurt her again, I will tell you what you want to know, just let Mia go…please

*Butcher, keeps hold of the witch, she is whimpering now and he gives the traitor a triumphant smile* ye see lad?  knew ye would come round te me way a thinkin’. He nods to Ratface, *take the witch back te her cabin now Ratters, she might think twice about comin down here now te give him food an water as she might run into me again *he shakes the girl roughly* Ye stay away from yer brother now lass, he a bad sort, ye here me? *he lets her drop to the floor and lights a new cigar* now I’m goin’ up te find Pep, tell her she can come down and chat te the traitor all she wants…

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All he has given Butcher so far is a string of abuse and some colourful curse words that even Butcher has heard of It seems the boy isn’t afraid of pain no matter how hard Butcher hits him and Butcher gets the feeling that Vincent wants him to kill him, the boy has that crazed looked, in the one…

*Vincent leans against the bars as blood drips from his nose and mouth and gives Butcher a broken mouthed grin, spitting out the teeth onto the brig floor* Is that all you got Butcher…I would have thought Pep’s attack dog would have been better than this…maybe she should fit you with a collar and take you for a fuckin’ walk..*He gasps as Butcher sends a blow to his stomach and hangs there recovering his breath and as blood dribbles down his face* I ain’t tellin’ you a thing, your wastin’ your time…

*Butcher bends down his hands on his knees and peers at the traitors bloody swollen face and grins* Oh I think ye might come around to my line a thinkin’ soon enough lad, all it takes is the right kinda motivation and i will have ye singin’ like a canary *he stands up as he hears footsteps on the brig stairs, it is Ratface and he is follwed by the witch, her eyes go wide with concern as she see’s a brother, bloody and beaten and she rushes towards the cell* looks like ye have a visitor lad* he stands infront of the witch blocking her from getting near the cell *now then lass, don’t ye be worrying about yer brother, was just having a little chat with him now…

You leave Mia out of this! *Vincent hisses and coughs up blood* Get out of here Mia…don’t tell him anything! His sister looks at him with fear and concern in her eyes and he finds himself getting angry and he shouts at her* GO MIA…GO AWAY!…*The last thing he wants is for her to see him like this at the mercy of Pep’s attack dog* please Mia..leave now

Butcher places his hand gently on the witch’s shoulder and she flinches *now then lass, don’t ye be leavin’ just yet, I just need yer help ye see, te make yer brother here see sense an’ give me what I want…* Then before she can react, he brings his fist around and it collides with her face and he feels the crunch of bone and she shrieks loudly and collapses to the floor, her hands covering her face. blood pouring from her nose Butcher grabs her by the hair and drags her back to her feet, the girl is making an awful keening noise, it reminds Butcher of a wounded animal and she weakly tries to escape his grasp. The traitor is going berserk in his cell, screaming and smashing into the bars and Butcher grins at him “Ye have a choice lad, either ye give me what I want or…I hit her again an’ again an’ this time I won’t hold back, that was just a tap, next time it will kill her…ye have thirty seconds te decide…

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All he has given Butcher so far is a string of abuse and some colourful curse words that even Butcher has heard of It seems the boy isn’t afraid of pain no matter how hard Butcher hits him and Butcher gets the feeling that Vincent wants him to kill him, the boy has that crazed looked, in the one…

*Vincent leans against the bars as blood drips from his nose and mouth and gives Butcher a broken mouthed grin, spitting out the teeth onto the brig floor* Is that all you got Butcher…I would have thought Pep’s attack dog would have been better than this…maybe she should fit you with a collar and take you for a fuckin’ walk..*He gasps as Butcher sends a blow to his stomach and hangs there recovering his breath and as blood dribbles down his face* I ain’t tellin’ you a thing, your wastin’ your time…

*Butcher bends down his hands on his knees and peers at the traitors bloody swollen face and grins* Oh I think ye might come around to my line a thinkin’ soon enough lad, all it takes is the right kinda motivation and i will have ye singin’ like a canary *he stands up as he hears footsteps on the brig stairs, it is Ratface and he is follwed by the witch, her eyes go wide with concern as she see’s a brother, bloody and beaten and she rushes towards the cell* looks like ye have a visitor lad* he stands infront of the witch blocking her from getting near the cell *now then lass, don’t ye be worrying about yer brother, was just having a little chat with him now…

All he has given Butcher so far is a string of abuse and some colourful curse words that even Butcher has heard of It seems the boy isn’t afraid of pain no matter how hard Butcher hits him and Butcher gets the feeling that Vincent wants him to kill him, the boy has that crazed looked, in the one eye that is currently open, the other is swollen and cut. Vincent’s face is a bloody mess, some of his teeth are broken as his nose and left cheek and still the boy will not yield. Butcher strokes his chin deep in thought; he has never failed in getting information from one of his victims and is determined to give Pep what she wants.  Pep had pulled him to one side just yesterday, asking him to question the traitor and get him to tell them when the Raven attack would take place, using any means. Butcher has enlisted one of the crew, a scrawny boy called Ratface to help him in the task at hand

The traitor ain’t gonna give us nuthin boss, you want me te go tell the Captain?  Ratface mutters beside him *Butcher scowls at Ratface*  Ye think I’m givin’ up that easy, Ratters? “this one won’t respond te pain…but he has te have a weakness” *Butcher then grins and chomps on his cigar, puffing out smoke, he has had a revelation and it will work like a charm, he now remembers a young girl who tried to protect the traitor last night claiming to be his sister…found the fuckers weakness..*He turns to Ratface and whispers in his ear, making sure the traitor doesn’t hear him* go find the witch, tell her that brother wants te see her, make it sound urgent like..ye got that? *Ratface nods and scurries up the stairs, Butcher cracks his knuckles and steps into the cell again, he might as well smack the traitor up some more while he is waiting* So lad ye gonna tell me what I wanna know…?