The ship rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Jhin's fingers clenched into the damp wood of the boat as he gazed out into the blackish blue sea, feeling dizzy. Behind him the other passengers were laughing and drinking, most of them being the crew. After his events in Piltover, Jhin had only enough funds to hitch a ride less than pleasant. It had only been half a day and he was already sick of it. Everyone was so barbaric, making him stick out like a sore thumb. The trip to his home land Ionia was going to be a mentally long and tiresome journey.

"INCOMING, PRETTY BOY!" Jhin turned around just in time to see a glass beer mug heading right towards his head. Quickly he sidestepped the object, watching it sail into the ocean with a loud PLOP.

Jhin turned around furiously at the group of men that had threw it. His brow was furrowed not only at the disturbance of his thought, but at the use of the derogatory nickname they had so happily given him. Hostile words bubbled indignantly in his mouth, like the tossing waves against the ship. But like any tide, he retreated reluctantly. Jhin did not want to risk five, thickset men, who were all heavily intoxicated, getting into a fist fight with him. Normally, it would be fine for him, but killing five men on a boat in the middle of the ocean wasn't the best of plans.

Jhin swallowed his pride and turned his body back towards the ocean. He hadn't thought himself as someone to get sea sick, but the movement of the ship was just as intoxicating as any bootlegged rum. He would be in his small, dingy room, if it weren't for the wharf rats that kept scuttling in the hallways. Damn things had it out for him, tearing up his bed sheets, nipping at his feet, and overall causing an unusual stench that Jhin was not eager to experience again. So that left only the deck for him to reside. It was slightly better, but not by much. At this point he was willing to take whatever he could get. If he had to kill the entire crew to get Ionia, he would do it.

"Well I'd do it anyways," he joked to himself, leaning further over the edge of the boat. The Guardian's Sea was one of the most well known ocean's in Runeterra, popular for merchants and supply boats to make their daily due. However, the Guardian's Sea was also the ocean that surrounded the tropical archipelago, Bilgewater, the lawless port city. To Jhin, Bilgewater was nothing more than a trash city. Everything there is dirty, ruthless, and unorganized, with drunk gang members roaming the street to make a little pay. The only redeeming factor was all of the tall tales that acted as their religion. Hearing about the "Titans of the Depths" and the "Bearded Ladies" was at most, somewhat interesting. Jhin had little respect for the city, even dismissing the idea of performing there in general. To him is was-

"SHIP! SHIP!"

Jhin veered his head, seeing a man on the other side of the boat, looking out into the ocean. He kept yelling to the crew and passengers, and apparently everyone but Jhin knew what was going on. With further inspection, Jhin squinted his eyes to see a small ship just coming into view. He wondered, as everyone was turning to chaos, what was so wrong. They were sailing in a sea that delivered goods and people to places, so what was so uncommon about another ship on the same rickety ocean?

The small, almost silent gunshot across the ocean was enough to answer his question. Immediately Jhin pushed past the crowd of confused and worried people down into the barracks, kicking aside any wharf rats that tried to test with him. He went into his room, which only contained a bed and a side table, both bolted down into the ship. Opening the drawer, Jhin took out his traps, deconstructed cane, and of course, Whisper. Even in a sketchy situation, holding Whisper after a period of time was exhilarating. He knew danger was to come, and as Whisper was held tightly in his hands, he knew that half of the danger would be from him.

He raced back up to the decks to see a slightly more organized, yet more scared group of people. Jhin couldn't resist the smell of terror as it wafted through the air, like smoke on fire, even if he too were experiencing some sort of cowardice. He looked out into the ocean again and did in fact see that the ship was already close, only about 100 feet away. At the tallest bow was a black flag with a poorly drawn skull and crossbones on the front of it. Laughter and more gun shot could be heard from neighboring ship, only confirming to the crowd that is was in fact a raid ship.

Jhin positioned himself behind one of the bows, knowing that being in the barracks would be safe, although if the ship were to sink it would be deadly.

"They're a raid ship" he thought to himself, holding Whisper to his ear as he crouched."Depending on who it is, they won't sink it, just raid it." The option of hiding below deck was sounding much more promising now. Jhin stood up, about to walk over toward the stairs, when a round metal bullet whizzed past his head.

"Shit."

Immediately he ducked down again, causing another round of small metal bullets to fly through the air. The passengers started yelling and screaming, some out of fear, while others were yelling bold commands. Jhin looked to the side to see most of crew getting out handguns and cutlasses, readying themselves as the ship sailed closer.

Only seconds later did the ship bump into their own, causing Jhin to grip to the bullet stricken bow for support.

"GUNG HO!" Some of the sailors yelled as they all grouped together."FIGHT WITH YE' LIFE!".

Jhin peeked his head out, seeing a group of wealthy looking pirates stepping onto the ship, spraying people with bullets. Some of the crew started attacking them, trying to push them into the ocean, although to no avail. Jhin watched as swords went into stomachs, bullets went into heads, and screams went into the air. It was chaos, beautiful chaos, but harmony was lacking. Still behind the bow, Jhin aimed Whisper at one of the enemy crew, a man with a fuzzy black beard who seemed to be enjoying his raid. Breathing in deeply, Jhin felt something awaken deep inside of him, causing his finger to twitch on the trigger. The sound was louder than any handgun on the ship, causing everyone's heads to turn for a split second. A shot of purple and white light flew from his gun, pushing him back from his awkward crouched position. The bullet flew right though the man, leaving a wretched circle in the middle of his chest. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath and gurgling as if he were drowning on land. Jhin always had a fancy for shooting the lungs. It added an extra few seconds of pain and struggle for his victims.

Quickly enough, the crowd continued with the fight, making Jhin crinkle his nose. That first shot had out shined all of the other weapons and kills, although no one seemed to care. He didn't care that he was in danger, his work needed to be seen.

"Gotcha." A tall woman covered in tattoos and knifes stood above Jhin, aiming her cutlass as him. She swung at him, laughing crazily as she lazily approached him. To her, he looked like a terrified regular man, powerless to the likes of her.

"Please…" he faked desperately, trying to hide a smile. Her's however, got bigger as she continued to advance on him.

"I can't hear you~" she said, a thick accent drenching her words. With no warning, an explosion of smoke from one of his traps erupted in the woman's face, causing her cough uncontrollably, stumbling back. This gave Jhin a chance to stand up, and even more time to just look at this woman. She was tall, with black fuzzy hair tangled endlessly. She had a number of markings, both tattoo and fine makeup littering her body and face. Jhin pulled out Whisper, but had a sudden stuck at inspiration. He put it back into it's holster, and took out two traps, holding one in each hand. He dipped through the smoke, making his way behind the woman.

"Can you hear me now?"

For a brief moment, just a brief one, Jhin saw the woman's eyes go large with fear as she turned around. The "big and bad" persona was gone, only leaving the terrified little girl in its tracks. Jhin threw took both of his hands, clapping one over each side of her head, triggering both traps. Immediately, another smoke explosion set off, the fire erupting much more than the last. The woman let out a deafening scream, as both her ears slowly burned under the pressure of the traps. Jhin violently pressed harder into her skull, making the palms of his hands start to burn as well. He could feel the fire eating away at his flesh, but he didn't care. At that moment, he had caved into chaos, and every bit of pain he felt hurt so good. It was euphoric, not only to feel the heat in his hands, but see an inspiration come to life on his canvas.

The woman fell limp in his hands, either dead or unconscious, Jhin couldn't tell which. He would've checked her heart beat, if it weren't for his own, beating violently in his chest. He just wanted to rip it out, to see the warm blood on his hands, to feel the muscle pumping in his hands

Jhin dropped the woman on the ground, hearing her moan painfully. He tisked his tongue, sad that he had to finish his canvas in such an obvious manner compared to the last. He would've loved to have taken this woman for himself, have her tied down so that he could carve the tattoos out from her skin. Sadly, he was rushed, and would have to deal with an unsatisfactory ending. He pulled Whisper out, aiming it at the barely conscious woman on the ground.

Before he could pull the trigger, he felt a pair of study hands on his waist, forcing him down into the deck. Even before he could retaliate, he felt more bodies slam into his, causing the air to be knocked out of him. He gasped, trying to weasel Whisper out from under him, but his hands were yanked from under him, being painfully bound by a rope. The same sturdy hands lifted his body up, causing air to start flooding back through his system.

"I got em!" The man said, grabbing a hand full of Jhin's dark brown hair. Jhin let out a tearful yell as the man yanked his head forward, merely toying with him. He chuckled deviously, knowing that he had Jhin completely powerless.

Jhin looked up to see some of the other pirates propping up the woman he had just tormented. Her eyes lolled in her skull as she continued to groan and skirm, still very damaged from his attack.

It took him a second, but Jhin also noticed how quiet things had gotten. There were no gunshots ringing in the smoke, only groans of the injured and pillaged. The battle had been fought, and all that could show for it was the blanket of smoke that clouded in the air. All he could do was sit in the hands of this barbaric being.

"Ooh, what a pretty toy."

One of the male pirates picked up Whisper, holding it as if it were some dead rodent.

"Whisper…" His voice was pained to see his paintbrush in the dirty, undeserved hands of some Bilgewater scum. It was like calling out to a loved one who was about to be taken away.

"What was that?" the man holding him said, pulling his hair to make Jhin look up at him. He hissed again at his hair follicles being pulled from skull.

"Oi, we better put im' with Fortune, let 'er deal with 'im," a pirate holding a bag of loot said. They all nodded while Jhin's eyes went wide as he stared at the rotting wood of the ship deck.

"Fortune? Are they they talking about Miss Fortune!? This is her crew!?" Thoughts were scrambling in his head, trying to figure out the situation at hand. If this was Miss Fortune's ship, where was she? Usually she liked fighting, being on the front line to show her enemies who they were dealing with.

" She doesn't just loot someone without purpose though? What did this cargo ship do to her?"

He couldn't think for long as the man who was holding him heaved him over his shoulder, as if he were a damsel in distress, or a bag of flour. Jhin watched as they carried him and the woman across the ship to the neighboring one. The man stepped over the corpses of some of the crew, along with dead bullets and broken wood. With one fatal step, the man jumped to other ship, leaving behind the broken boat to rot in the water.