Rayai heard the sound of Cecil hitting the side of the ship. "What was that?" She quietly asked herself as she walked towards where she thought the sound came from. Into a room she walked and there was Roscoe standing there. She heard Cecil moan and exclaimed, "Roscoe! What did you do!" Horror shook through her voice as she ran towards the wounded man.

Eryn meandered through the ship for several minutes until she heard a loud thump. She walked towards it casually and opened the door. She saw Rayai, on the floor next to an unconscious Cecil, and Roscoe a few feet away with a blood covered hand.

Eryn dropped to the floor and covered her mouth. She had never seen blood, never, and seeing it like this for the first time made her sick.

Eryn spoke, with her hand still over her mouth, with a horrified voice. "What happened?!"

Rayai hadn't registered that there was blood on Cecil and the ship. However, the smell of fresh blood started to find it's way to her nose. She had never smelled blood before. There were many times where she pricked her finger while in her lab, but never in such a quantity. It started to make her feel nauscious (sp). "I feel like I'm going to be sick." Rayai jumped to her feet and started to run out of the room, until she feel to the floor and blacked out.

Tig walk out seeing what happen and cock his head a bit. Never seeing what happen in a fight before. But he wasn't sicken like the rest. Due to the accident he had long ago. He saw Rayai ran out and blacked out on teh floor. He walk out and pick her up and took her to his room to rest on as he came back. "What should we do with him?" he wondered, looking at Cecil.

Ryan came running into the room, and observed the scene in front of him. Cecil lay on the floor, blood pooling behind his head, Roscoe the obvious culprit thanks to his stained fist. Aeryn stood there in a state of shock, and Tig just stood there, or so it appeared.

"Roscoe, you just knocked out the head guy on this trip! All the superiors back home are going to be really ticked off about this aren't they?"

Roscoe had heard voices. Everywhere. He had thought they were in his head at first, since they were oddly familiar and were clearly chastising his actions. When he turned to leave, he found the crew, his crew.

Coughing coarsely, rubbing his knuckles against his shirt, leaving an unsightly streak of dark red, he answered Ryan first.

"Yes. I knocked him unconscious... you... and the other, go ahead and... have a vote on what to do with him. As for the superiors... they'll never know."

He had waited a long time to say this.

"There are several... pods, on the ship... i'm sure. I'm not returning to Voluspa, and... if anyone else disagrees they can... leave."

He was breathing too fast. The opposite of what should be expected from a captain.

And the pausing... it made him sound indecisive, like a nervous idiot. What will they do?

What do you think Roscoe? You want to take them from home, you haven't explained why, either, they'll think you're one of those people at the third ward. The ones who can't be near other folks because they shout about things that don't exist. And they... lie about what Voluspa is...

He still knew... or thought he knew, that they would be better off away from there. Far away from there. Whether or not any of them agreed, he was never returning.