Delarn, from that point on, most assuredly made sure to know each crew member very well. She was very kind and she was very keen to do any job she was given, taking them spitefully until she knew each one and knew how to do each job with relish.

"Girlie," Cannoneye laughed, "I've never seen anyone work so hard. What are you about?"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied casually, settled between two men that eyed Cannoneye suspiciously in a way the old man never dreamed he would see. Dark clouds had been building for days now, making the atmosphere eerily dark.

"You're going to be crossing lines, and don't be crying to me if you do. Beraliska is a jealous woman, and you know it," he sneered. "Someone is going to get hurt."

"She can't get rid of her entire crew," Delarn replied arrogantly, sitting a bit taller. "That would be foolish even for her."

"Girl," Cannoneye hissed, his voice low and his eyes casting about, "Don't you dare speak of our Captain in such crass tones! It'll be you on the cutting block, you who'll get it!"

"What can she do to me that she hasn't already?" She snapped back rebelliously, though she was indeed the one person in all the world that Delarn feared the most, short of a god, and the gods would never reach her in this lifetime.

Cannoneye's bared his teeth at her, what was left of them, and told her, "You don't know what you're asking for, girl, but you'll know it well by the time she's done with you. Count your lucky stars, girl."

She watched him go with a frown as the man to her left began to pet her head gently. "The old man is dinged in the head. What is she going to do to you? You've been doing more on this ship than she ever has in all her days."

"That's right," she replied, comforted by his words, though she felt a sharp twisting in her stomach that warned her that bad tidings were coming. She stood slowly. "I think I should get back to work."

The moment she walked away from the two, she could hear the violent ripping of the same man's head coming off and turned quickly to see Beraliska standing over her, her eyes sharp and dark as she tossed the detached head away a moment before his body hit the floor. Her tone was like sharp knives sawing through her bones as she growled, "You seem to have taken a liking to the jobs of those that are meant to be doing them. I thought maybe you wouldn't like so much competition."

She was shivering as she stared back and the next moment she had closed the distance between them, striking her across the face. Beraliska looked startled for a moment, hardly expecting anything of the sort from anyone, let alone someone like Delarn. The next moment she was swelling, fur sprouting across her body as her paws clamped down on Delarn's shoulders, claws digging into her. Delarn screamed and changed as well, biting into Beraliska's shoulder, eliciting a wail of anger. Blood gushed noticeably down the imposing beast's shoulder in a way that didn't show so easily on the wolf's dark red coat, and the ocean seemed to resonant the sudden burst of violence, the waves slowly becoming wilder as winds were picking up.

There were cries of alarm from the crew as another threat approached, quick and fast, and the sound of cannon fire was only deafened by the sound of the ocean roaring around them, and only by the blood pounding in the combatants' ears as they both did their best to tear apart the other. Though Delarn was the one that shown the most success, it was Beraliska that was the closest to victory. The ship swayed and bucked as the crew frantically tried to do their best to avoid the wrathful stranger's approach. If only they had Delarn to tell them that it was the royal seal of Falador here to rain hell upon them!

Delarn could feel the first drops of rain hit her back like pellets, striking like tiny fangs over and over, and the loss of blood left her grip on the bear's pelt weak and so it didn't take much more effort for Beraliska to rip her off and slam her down on the deck, the impact too much for her in wolf form, landing on her back as she did, and so she shifted back quickly.

Beraliska's fangs were terrible to behold as she bared her teeth at her, and she moved forward quickly to bite out her throat, but she paused as if it occurred to her that she wasn't quite finished with Delarn. Instead she shifted back and wrapped her hands around her neck, beginning to strangle her. She struggled beneath her, trying to get free. She didn't believe that she intended to kill her, but she was certain that if she allowed herself to lose consciousness it would all be over. Her hands flailed helplessly, grasping for anything that could save her, trying to catch sight of a crew member that may be courageous enough to lend her a hand. Of course they were all working diligently to keep the ship afloat, none of them so focused on the battling fiends in the middle of the deck any longer. What timing was this!

Her left hand suddenly wrapped around something located on Beraliska's right hip. She didn't register what it was at first, but having it in her hand just once was enough to impress its identity onto her. By now her vision danced with black specks that were growing by the second, and her body shivered with the cold of the rain that didn't seem to penetrate this devilish woman's skin at all. Dragging it from its scabbard may as well have been like swimming up from the bottom of the sea with the anchor tied to her wrist, but at some point the blade slid from the scabbard, and then went forward into flesh.

Beraliska straightened in horror, almost as if she didn't really understand what had happened, and stared down at her blade protruding from her side as Delarn tried to catch her breath, her neck free from the pressure that was being imposed on her. The Captain gripped the hilt as if she meant to tug it free, but her face was pale and she knew exactly what would happen if she removed it.

"Summon it….to your hand. It'll be….fine," Delarn gasped, trying to catch her breath still. She was only now starting to feel the chaos occurring around her, the rushing of people, the strange twisting in her gut at the idea of this woman dying by her action after so many nights spent with her, when all she wanted was to despise her.

She glared at her, but her eyes was filled with terror. "Fool…fool! You don't understand! You've doomed me!" There was something terribly pitiful in her tone disguised as rage. It was…a sense of betrayal, and it twisted Delarn's heart with guilt as she stood slowly. "Please," the woman rasped, reaching for her, "Please just…just one more…"

Delarn shook her head and started to take a step. Whether it was forward or back, it wasn't her decision. The ship heaved violently the moment she lifted her foot to step, and she found herself losing her balance and stumbling backwards. She hit the rail and reached desperately, registering that she was going over the edge a moment too late. The rail was just out of her grasp as she reached for it, and she could hear Beraliska murmuring a curse. She knew, she knew, she knew that she would never again have any luck at sea for however long she may live.

She then hit the water.

Intense, intense cold.

She felt so, so numb, and her blood clouded around her. The storm scared the sharks away. She hoped so, but at this point she was sure that she wouldn't feel their teeth, wouldn't feel them tearing her apart even if they were even at this moment. She watched the surface with detached understanding of what was happening. Another form hit the water. Rabbit. He was swimming toward her, but his progress was halted. That dark, strange ship had fired her harpoon and it tore through him. Beautiful chaos. Blood everywhere in a gorgeous cloud of blue, black and red.

The darkness was quickly closing in around her, and she couldn't even cry. She remembered a story that her father told her.

Wolves couldn't return to their wolf hall, their paradise, if they died in the clutches of the water.

It all went black. Sweet, merciful darkness.