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Edward glanced up when he heard Hans aproching and he gave him a slight nod for a hello. To be honest, he was completely tired and really needed a rest, so he had been hoping that someone would show up to let him take a break. However, no one had even come upstairs but Hans the WHOLE TIME, and it was really ticking him off, no one else had offered to take the hand for the being and he hadn't outrightly said that he wanted to be captain. Hans didn't really help with his ticked-off mood, mostly because Edward hated to be challenged...even if it was something that he didn't want, more-over he hated to be bossed-around. He sighed though, he would have to be bossed around if there was to be another captain. "I don't know exactly how much of those things we have, but I know that Love couldn't carry that much with our clothes. So we'll definatly need to make a stop soon before we get attacked...god knows everyone on this ship has dirty pasts. We are all pirates; and to be honest, I don't want to be captain at all, but at the same time, I'm not sure I'm willingly go to allow you to be captain. I have no personal bad feelings towards you, and right now my anger is more at the fact that I have yet to get any sleep. So you can have it, if you can get Alex to agree with you" he finished off with a yawn. "I'm sorry Hans, it just seems fair that way, but thanks for the rum and sleep! See you later Savvy" he said as he walked off and down to the cabins again. He took the bunk above Love and passed out as soon as he touched the rough matress, he would probably wake up after noon though. Edward never could sleep much.

Love stirred when she heard her brother climb above her bed and pass out, finally. To be honest she loved to sleep! But no, now things were settled, and she needed to get up and start making breakfast. She could see that Alex was still asleep and Hans was gone, he was probably the one that was stearing the ship now. She stiffled a yawn as she ran her fingers through her messy hair and stood up streatching. She quietly walked back upstairs wanting Alex to get her sleep, even if they didn't trust each other so much, Alex seemed to be good. She glanced at Hans when she reached the top... he was still a mystery, but he hadn't gone back on his word yet, so...she trusted him. She was probably foolish, but she wanted to believe that one of her crewmates wasn't un-trustworthy. "Morning Jonathan! Or do you prefer Hans?" she asked as she stood by his...station. "What do you want for breakfast? I didn't bring much...but I've got a few things." she said brightly as she grinned, she was well-rested so she felt better all-around.

"See you round, thanks for being more agreeable than disagreeable! I much prefer it this way than having any hostilities between crewmates!" Hans called out happily. If he was lucky, he could manage to get the ship as captain, as long as Alex was cooperative. He had enough rum to bribe her loyalty if he wanted. She seemed to enjoy the stuff and treat it like gold, but he wanted her to moderate her intake. He took a deep breath of the salty air and smiled. He felt most at home from the helm of the ship or in the captain's cabin. He took a look at the map next to the turn wheel and surveyed their position with a compass. He made a few slight adjustments, gave the wheel a small turn, and was satisfied in the direction they were headed.

When Hans was greeted by Love, he gave a bright and happy smile despite the scars and the badage on his torso that showed through the gap of his coat. "Ah Love, I don't much care what ye call me so long as it not be scoundrel, because a pirate among pirates shouldn't fear such rude names! But anyways, I guess you'll gladly take up crew chef then? Check the galley for any eggs or something, I don't much care so long as the food is warm and filling! And take a few bottles of rum and pass them around to those awake, okay?" He asked with a smile. He then surveyed their route and gave the wheel another small twist to keep them on course. Groggy Isle was only a few nautical miles off and they could probably make it there by the end of the day. "Oh, and before ye go, keep this as a fair warning for you and Alex, we might take on a few womanizers, but I'll try and take care of you two... we need all the crew we can get!" With that, he returned to navigating the ship.

Hans sighed when she seemed so sad about his scars and the wound on his stomach. When she tugged at the loose end, he almost slapped her hand away. "Please don't tug it... I'm probably going to need to get fresh bandages too... We might want to get a crew medic in Groggy Isle..." He muttered. It was easy to ignore the pain when he was distracted by something like pleasurable company, food, or taking the helm. When she arrived with the eggs, bread, and fish, he took it and asked, "You mind taking the helm while I eat? Just keep us on course for Groggy Isle..." He said lightly, letting go of the wheel and sitting on the deck, stuffing down eggs and fish. "Now then... Ye want to know about the scars and the wound? Well... A lot of the scars are old... I got this one in an old fight with a gunslinger..." He said, pulling his coat off his left shoulder, showing a cluster of three puncture wounds the size of bullets. It had scabbed over and the bones had healed, but the skin would take a long time to repair. "But that's old news... What I'm sure you're interested in is this..." He said, lightly pulling the cloth from his stomach and showing a long cut that crossed from his rib to his hip. "Nearly lost my guts if not for a crewman helping me... Died after tying it off though..." He said quietly. He took a few bites of the bread and gave a satisfied sigh. "And a lot of these are stories I'm forbidden by the code to tell..." He said simply.

Love paid attention to his stories of how he got all of his scars, they ranged in what was expected as a normal pirate and more...tragic ones. "I'm sorry, I haven't...actually got into much trouble...but then again I don't think I've been out to sea as much as you and Alex" she added thinking. She then quickly turned her attention back to the wheel though as she kept her focus to the sea, for the most part. The only thing she really wanted anymore was to see her father, while she had told Edward that she agreed with his hatred, that wasn't the case. To be honest, all she wanted was to be a little girl with a father again, but she wouldn't really be able to do that. She knew it too, but what else could she do, she knew that she'd meet up with her father soon again because Edward was as determined as she was. "Well! Why don't you go ahead and go down stairs? We need to see how many things that we need when we land...which should be soon" she added with a slight nod, but she really just wanted to be alone with her thoughts.

Edward had finished his food up quickly and nodded his head "I can understand that, I've known more than one girl that only has eyes for her treasure. As long as they don't forget that there's more to the sea than money" he added. "Well, I'm going to go wonder a bit, so I'll see you later" he said as he stood up and collected their empty plates, dissapearing to the kitchen.

Alex glanced up at him once, then waved her hand lightly as he left. More to sea that money? Whatever. She knew for certain that that's what she wanted most of all right now. More than becoming captain, more than returning to her old ship, more than anything. She finished up the last of her meal and put the padlock back in place to keep her trunk secure. The barrel of rum was still tied down in place beside it, and she had a bottle of rum in her hand, that Love had just given her. She eyed it almost uncertainly, then stuffed her compass into her pocket, picked up her plate, and took it and the rum up on deck with herself. First she deposited the plate in the kitchen. And then she went about exploring the ship.

She steered clear of anyone at first, preferring solitude for now. She just wandered the deck not really paying attention. She sighed and flipped open the compass, watching a moment as the needle swerved, and then pointed to her left. She turned, and immediately saw that was not the direction they were headed. "Must be goin' to stock up," she murmured to herself. She felt kind of ill informed, and she didn't like it. And then she suddenly heard Hans shouting. She turned and looked in his direction, eyes widening as she saw what was going on. She drew her sword and a second later there was a grunt from behind her, followed by a thud. She spun around and saw a woman standing there, tugging her sword out of a man's back.

Allison Sharpe looked up with a grin. "I recommend you get to someplace safe, missy." And then she was off. "Hans! Seems like I came at a good time!" This left Alex standing there as a stream of others followed the woman, fighting off people. Alex did, in fact, start trying to make her way to the cabin, or below deck, or somewhere, but soon found herself crossing blades with someone as well. She was good one on one, but when it got to be much more than that, she started having trouble. And it certainly was chaotic now.

"Right!" Allison shouted, impaling a man in the stomach and twisting her blade as she tugged it back. She turned and sprinted over to the edge of the ship, slashing people as she went. She reached out and grabbed a rope, holding herself steady as she leaned out over the edge towards her own ship. "Ready the cannons!" she roared. "Charity, you take charge over there!" A woman raised her head and lifted a hand in salute. "Aye, ma'am!" And off she went, racing below deck towards the cannons.

Meanwhile, Alex had been joined by Hans. Now was certainly not the time to judge whether he was trustworthy or not, and the idea that he wasn't didn't even cross her mind. She felt him set his back against hers and nodded her head, slashing across another man's chest and at the same time blasting one with her pistol left handed. She wasn't half bad. She'd just been having troubles with people getting behind her. She was bleeding from her back, but it wasn't a bad injury so she easily ignored it.

The loud bang of cannon fire caused her to turn around, and at the same time she suddenly caught sight of Han's condition. He'd been behind her before, so she hadn't realized. Now she was cursing herself for not assuming this would happen. She'd seen his wound, hadn't she? But it looked like a lot more had happened than it just reopening. "Are ye ok?!" she shouted over the noise, a hint of panic in her tone. But she couldn't keep her attention upon him for long, as another sword swung towards her. She lifted hers to block it, when someone did this for her.

Ally was standing beside her. She slammed a foot into the startled man's stomach. "Better run along. Yer ships leavin' ye," she sneered. She kicked him again and he scrambled off towards his burning, splintered ship, only to be struck down by one of Ally's crew. She busied herself with Hans, flinging his arm around her shoulder, gently but quickly, and starting to drag him off. "We'll get ye looked at. Jus' stay with me," she murmured. The chaos was dwindling down and it was much easier to get him over to her ship, and quickly. A couple of her crew even began helping her, taking care not to hurt Hans any further as he was carried between ships.

Wordlessly, Alex followed them and was pleased to see that no one was stopping her. She followed the small group right into a room where a doctor was brought and instantly went to work fixing Hans up. Alex hovered nervously by the far wall and Ally joined her after a moment, looking her over curiously. "Hans sure is keepin' strange company," she said. Alex just glanced at her, then shrugged her shoulders and stared back towards Hans. "...It was a chance meeting."

Alex had lowered her gaze to begin watching the floor until she heard Hans' coughing fit and looked sharply upwards. She stared for a moment, frowning lightly as he spoke and trying not to wince at his laugh. Fate, not chance... And he really considered her his crew? Or.. future crew. She muttered something inaudible to herself, earning a stare from Ally. But she hesitated at Hans' question, just watching him silently, until Ally threw an arm around her shoulders and dragged her forward towards him. "Well now, girly," she grinned. "Seems to me you own 'im an answer." Alex shot her a quick glanre, then sighed and slowly extended her hand, grasping Hans' firmly. "I will," she said shortly, giving up on any idea of herself becoming a captain. It'd only been a dream in the first place, and she at least owed him her approval after what he'd just done.

After that, Ally, with her arm still around Alex's shoulders, shook the girl playfully. "Well then. Now that tha's settled! You seem to have run into a bit o' trouble, Hans. So if ye don' mind, I'll be sticking 'round for a while, 'till ye get yer own crew and ship up an' runnin'."