Piastol let out a silent breath as they finally moved out of range of the BlackBeard's cannon. Her ship was fast and very maneuverable, but it wasn't really designed to fly all over the sky while an armed ship took pot-shots at it.

Now that she had some time, she set her course for Sailor's Isle and looked back at her… well, captive, she supposed. He was where she'd left him minutes before, getting to know DeathHound. Specifically getting to know DeathHound's teeth, latched as they were onto his hand.

With a single gesture, the Angel of Death called off her hound. The boy-pirate shook his hand and looked at her gratefully. He really did look rather like Vyse, superficially. The same hair and coloring she remembered. But he didn't have the scar she'd inflicted herself, nor his telescoping eye patch, nor his unwavering confidence.

He raised a hand in greeting. "Uh… yo."

Piastol looked at him coolly. "I apologize for the manhandling. You reminded me of an… acquaintance." His hand went to his throat in rememberance. "Some acquaintance," he muttered quietly. She nodded, almost apologetically. "We'll be arriving at Sailor's Isle in a day or so. When we get there, I will release you, and you can find someone to book passage with. Until then, you are my prisoner."

"Okay, then." The boy accepted her terms without a single protest. "I'm Ryudo, by the way. Figured you should know, since we'll be," he waggled his eyebrows in a playful leer. "sharing quarters and all."

Piastol didn't know whether to be amused or affronted. She settled on indifference as a good compromise. "Piastol." She waved a hand to indicate her pet. "And DeathHound."

"Charmed," Ryudo replied cheerfully. He paused in a moment of thought. "Piastol… I've heard it before, I know it… now where… oh crap. Death Angel Piastol. Oh yeah, it's all coming back to me now." The aptly named Angel of Death nodded at the familiar moniker. "Wow. Who would have thought the Angel of Death would be so pretty?"

Piastol ruthlessly suppressed a rising blush with an expenditure of will. She'd never regretted becoming the scourge of the air pirates, but one wasn't often complimented in that line of work. Sincerely, anyway; some pirates would say anything to try and stave off death. But she hadn't been threatening this Ryudo; he had no reason she could see for not being honest. It was sort of nice.

"Still," Ryudo added musingly. "I might be the only pirate you've met since you appeared years ago that you've let off the hook. I think I'm flattered."

Piastol turned and began walking away. "Don't be. If you had attacked me like the rest of your comrades, I would have killed you all the same. Now, come along. Since you're technically a prisoner, you get to sleep in the laundry room."

Ryudo smiled casually, as if he hadn't just been told he was going to be spending the night among washers and dryers. "A night sleeping next to your unmentionables? Sounds groovy." Piastol smacked him absently, with enough force to slam him into a wall.

"Ow."

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Piastol tossed a blanket in to Ryudo, who was situated in the middle of the small, bare laundry room. "Get some sleep." Ryudo nodded, subdued. However, when the door closed and locked behind her, his somber look transformed into a grin. He reached up into a tiny pouch tucked into the lining of his shirt, and pulled out a lock pick.