>>5429877>>5429821>>5429887>>5429928Roderick's crewmates seem to keep the Seahorse in quite a good shape. Always monitoring the speed of the tides, the direction of the winds, and most importantly, treating the Pegasus with plenty of respect, for the most part.
Initially, they seemed to be quite weary of who you were, but to deny that you played a part in the saving of their lives would be nothing but foolishness. Even if they had their inquiries, The Ys fleet captain made sure to enforce their respect by respecting you first.
Isidro was stuck parrying Violet's feathers with a cutlass, with Hyde instructing him on how to best parry enemies who had a field advantage.
"How the hell do I take the pouch from her mouth!?"
"You've done climbin' lesson with Vlad, didn't ya? Use that noggin of yers for once in a while!"
The crewmates were mesmerized by the fantastical, docile creatures, especially after seeing Puck and Ivalera dancing around at their line of sight.
"What? Never seen an elf before?"
Schierke was stuck with Casca, attempting to learn how to make better use of the Mandragora essence to lessen her skin rash. Guts was near the bow, limping around on a crutch without his metallic arm. It's a weird, vulnerable side you're not used to see him assume publicly.
Roderick was near Gunpowder, checking his eyes and mouth as the stallion held his saliva not to spit on him while Magnifico was having an argument with Serpico.
"I thought you had made this decision yourself?"
"No sir! I was forced to move out of my city after my father's reputation was brought down to the dirt thanks to you."
"Lord Magnifico, I have served under you before for a while. I know you're scheming something to be noticed by Lord Vandimion. I am not a threat to you, there is no need to have any animosity between us--"
Magnifico aimed a puny punch at Serpico, still being jealous of how hard he had derailed his plans my merely existing. Though still having deficiency in his lungs, Serpico was still very able to duck under Magnifico's fist as he hit the wooden pillar behind him. Yelping and blowing on his hand as he whined about the damage done to himself.
"I thought you would be easier to hit..." Magnifico sobs.
"I fought. A. Makara!"
Adding insult to injury, Gunpowder purposefully let a fart out onto Magnifico's direction as he kneeled close to his behind, the direction of the wind was additionally unfavorable to him.
"It seems I'm at an impasse with both step-siblings among this ship..."
>How is Gunpowder doing?>Don't try fighting against Serpico, Mag. You're out of his league.>Top of the morning, captain! Would you happen to know someone who can provide some swimming lessons?>A great ship you have, I assume our path is clear from any strange obstacles?>Write-in. 