Listen up. Prepare to move out. Captain's orders. Anything that needs to get done on shore, wrap up before noon today because that's when we'll be weighing anchor. Moon will take point, Sun will pick up any stragglers, but don't be a straggler. Namur is captaining the Moon but for anything else come to me. If you have problems with this you can remain on shore.

For anyone that remains with the Spade Pirates. The end is unknown. There is likely to be a hard fight or two before the end of it. But we'll get through it so long as we fight together. That is all.

[Thatch will be standing in the exact center of the Sun, arms folded, if you wish to talk.

Hey, uh.

[There it was, the pleasant and calm sound of the ocean as waves touched on the shore of Aeolipile.

Dave cleared his throat and spoke up. This was, of course, ten minutes after his suit was ruined beyond repair. Anyone watching the shoreline might have seen a big glowing green sphere rise up from the sea, Dave coming back to life in the middle of it. When it was all done, there was the red outline of a spinning gear hanging over the beach where Dave stood.]

Anybody else havin' a shitty day so far?

[This guy has been fighting. Hard. Even now, he's still fighting.

Even so, it's getting way beyond even something he can keep a firm grip on. Hence, a shaking hand suddenly dropping the journal onto the deck of the ship. The journal lands, open, face up in front of him. The Keyblade-wielder then drops to his knees, hand balling into fists on either side of his head, eyes widened.

Through clenched teeth, there's going to be a frustrated yell.]

NO! I won't do it! You can't make me! I won't listen to you!

[He can't. He just.

He can't kill...them...

His breathing is escalated to a rapid pant, before his eyes snap shut. Just long enough for his breathing to, very slowly, return to a slower pace. He seems to have regained composure. For a moment, he seems...somewhat...back to normal.

For a moment.

Then, he's slowly standing, brow furrowed, eyes appearing just...slightly unfocused. Suddenly, a key-shaped blade is flashing into one hand. Head tilted at a slight downward angle, he...definitely doesn't appear to be entirely in his right mind.

If anyone is near him, they might...not want to be.]

Hey. [Nah, that was a weird thing to start out with. especially now] Sorry, I know this a bad time to ask, but I wanted to know how many people out there were still in their right mind?

[Asami would have shut the journal after that, but she stops herself and adds a quick:]

Thanks.

[Private to Korra]

Where are you? Don't tell me you're acting like the rest?

[oh boy, jaune is having a less than stellar day right now.]

Come on! What's even going on? I-I mean.... okay, Ruby left, we don't have a crew anymore, people are acting beyond weird, and I just feel like everything is falling apart all at once! I'm so tired of this already...!

[he might be having a little bit of a freakout.]

Guys, are you okay? I wanna help but... I need to join another crew already! Get out on the ocean and really start searching to make things better! If anyone is here on the island with me though and you need help, I'll definitely try and protect you!

[filtered to weiss]

Weiss, look I know you're still mad at me but where are you? With all this crazy stuff going on I don't want to leave you alone. You can go right back to being angry with me afterwards but now is so not the time. Even if it's difficult to trust me, you have got to trust me now!

I come back here and I'm hearing that a friend of mine has gone off the deep end. And it's not like her - I've met her before and--

I want to join a crew. I'm certain the crew I was a part of isn't here anymore and I'd hate to sail solo. Though, I want to find the ship one Mana Aida is part of and confront her. Allow me to do that and find out what's going on and I'll be willing to stay on afterwards.

I want to get to the bottom of this somehow.

- Ellen

(OoC: OoCly, Ellen's got a crew. This is just so it can be set up ICly. You are free to still poke her and all ^_^;)

[Grell, standing at the helm of the boat where the wheel is, stares out at the sea. It takes a few moments before she mentally decides a direction and takes hold of it.]

Hoist the anchor! We're pulling off!

Wait. Why? [Dave chimed in, following the railing from the lower deck to the helm's platform.] Yo. Big Red, what's the story?

[Slowly, Grell looks over her shoulder at him, not pleased that he's questioning her orders.]

Because I said so! Now do as I say!

[Dave frowned--deciding to play the part of the world's slowest detective around. He couldn't tell the difference between an incited Grell and a possessed Grell, so there was scarcely a frame of reference for him.] Hate to sound childish, but I had some plans for this island, dude.

We could make off like bandits and leavin' too soon would kinda screw with that. Isn't that our, y'know, primary agenda?

Then you must despise yourself. [Grell walks over to him, very much irritated by his logic. She makes a grab for his collar with a not-too-pleasant grip.] Listen you interloper, we're leaving. NOW. If you love this island that much, you stay! Otherwise, you do as you're told, or else!

Uh. [Totally blind-sided by that, Dave's jaw hung in the air for a few moments. Usually, Grell was less likely to toss him off the ship. He was getting the impression that this was suddenly a more probable venue. So, he looked at her for a moment and tried to choose better words.]

Maybe we should bring this up with everybody else? I don't exactly want to make you sound like a cheddar-chump, but it sounds like we oughta--

[There is a sudden sound of something hitting the deck hard (spoiler: it's Dave) followed by a large buzzing sound of a chainsaw. Which is quickly followed by the squelching sound of a thick liquid mixing in.]

Grrk-- [In response, Dave could only choke out a few words. He didn't try to push back against Grell, rather he seemed oddly surprised it even happened.] Not on my good suit, dude...

[With an eye roll, Grell gives one last swift kick to his body before walking off, not waiting for the anchor to be hoisted. They just got this ship, damnit. Already there's blood on it.]