"Quiet, wench! On the floor and I won't hurt you an your little one!"

Obviously they weren't questioning the obvious lack of blood relations between them, considering that Lorena's hair was white and her skin bronze while Wilhelm's hair was black as night and his skin almost as white as Lorena's hair. Not that it mattered, the chaos in the lower decks, though created and spurned on by the pirates, was distracting them too. There were enough screams to make Lorena's ears ring for a good hour later, she imagined.

Regardless she did as she was told, dragging Wilhelm down to his knees with her. Her cloak was wrapped around them like a blanket, supposedly a trembling mother and child underneath. "Please spare us! Don't hurt us!" A click masked by her voice as she attached the end of the blade to the box at her waist. She watched the man step into the room, doing her best to keep from smirking. Yes, just a bit closer you ignorant fool...

The man waved his sword, eyes ever moving across the furniture in the room. "Now, toss your gold on the floor!"

"Please, sir! We don't have no money!" She began to wail again. "Don't kill us, I beg of you! At least spare my baby! Ah, god, please don't hurt my baby!" C'mon, get over here and take a hack at me already!

"I said shut up, woman! I ain't gonna hurt you if you shut up!" He began to gesture with his blade which in turn provoked an even louder wail from Lorena. "Stop screamin' wench!"

"I DON'T WANNA DIE! I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

"Freakin'--" The pirate was moving closer now and Lorena's blade was beginning to itch.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Just a step more--!

That step never came. His eyes had turned towards miniture closet that Wilhelm usually kept strung to his back, now set by the door. From there it moved towards the desk against the adjacent wall, and finally to the weird contraption set ontop, a looking glass turned down to the horn set out, atop a square cloth of all things, for everyone to see. It screamed precious item. And Lorena had stopped wailing.

The pirate shot a glance toward Lorena, waving his sword around. There was no escalating scream that followed this time. "Don't move a muscle!" And he changed directions.

Lorena moved more than a muscle. About every muscle on her neck and upper body flinched and tightened but she hadn't moved more than that. Stop him? But at this range, she might not actually kill him with a single blow. His screams would alert all the other pirates below deck. She didn't consider the possibility of losing to them, but no doubt Wilhelm would end up being one of the casualties. And she needed him right now. But if she didn't move, would Wilhelm still be willing to guide her to Phsara without one of the horns?

Without any of his items for that fact?

The pirate had taken full hold of Wilhelm's closet, not even caring to take a look inside, and slipped his hands through the straps on the back. Then, drawing a empty pouch at his side, he began to wipe the desk clean. Capped vials were carelessly chucked into the pouch, the contraption swiped from the table top and dropped into the bag without dismantling, and finally...

His hand descended upon the Watcher Horn but the second before he laid even one of his sweaty fingers on the horn, his eyes jerked to his side and he quickly pulled away. A dagger, hairline away from severing his jugular, sped through the air almost like an arrow and embedded itself into the cabin wall beside him. The pirate spun around and locked eyes with the only other person standing in the room.

Lorena's hand was outstretched, fingers unfurled and locked in place. Her other hand was closed into a fist, held out slightly before her. Her face still held the expression of a frantic mother but her entire being radiated a killing intent. She stared hard into the pirate's eyes, drawing up another shriek. "Take anything you want!"

She jerked her closed fist back, suddenly dislodging the blade from the wall. "Just don't hurt my baby!!" Lorena swung her fist again, the near invisible black line that ran from the black box in her fist following her movements like a whip and the blade at the end was ready to deliver a slash across the pirate's chest.