( his smile now is bright and cutting, the glimpse of teeth and hard eyes that doesn't ask for challenge, merely informs, you will fail.

back he goes, leaping in such a way he kicks forward to flip up, one hand next to shattered railing, the wood giving in oversaturated protest it's salted tears: )

Now, now, such forward words! There's only one who I'll be beneath, with, clutched to, dragged down by, hearts beating together. As none of you are Lan Zhan, I won't be polite!

( and he pushes off with his hand, falling to the lifeboat on its restless waves, leaving behind a gift of flaring fire to deter the immediacy of their pursuit.

talismans, always on hand, and since this records still to all others, the grunt of impact, wood creaking in gravid protest, water lapping and sloshing and a dull thud as he kicks off. )

So rude, couldn't they be possessed of better manners? Certainly didn't get smarter after dying...

( the creak and stroke and exhalation as he applies himself to the oars, as the talisman for guidance flickers at his dinghy's bow, bright and familiar and back towards...

... the living pirate ships. )