<span style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; color:grey;">avatar by <b>karmencita</b>; table by <b>java</b></span>
Cutthroat followed behind, along side the three others that were ‘muscle’ or assurance in case Crossbones managed to wrestle her way free, Corsair and similar to his own namesake, Cutlass. Vaguely, the inky teenager recalled Cutlass’ daughter, younger than him by a year and some odd months, knowing only of her brazen and successful attempt at running away because gossip tended to spread like wild fire in Tortuga making it effectively hard to hide much of anything from the pack. Disjointed and chaotic though they were, there was a slim chance anyone did something dramatic and kept it quiet. Pirates were many things and exceptional story-tellers happened to be an acquired skill for many of them. Mostly they were just that: stories. Fictional tales made up to give them bravado, or to scare children into obedience but when something took place they took to the gossip like a moth to a flame and weaved sometimes rather extravagant webs from the small bit of truth they were fed. Somehow, he had managed to have gotten himself convinced into going on the trip, with a bit of smooth talk, a couple of carnal promises (he was a teenage boy that part of him wasn’t particularly hard to appeal to), and more importantly than the other two he managed to barter that it would gain him reputation before he even knew what the mission was, despite that he had been wanting to get out of Tortuga on an adventure for a while, spurred by Calypso’s encouragement.
Essentially, his role was nothing much and hardly anything impressive in the hunt for Crossbones, and his details of what exactly was to happen had been sketchy at best, heard through the low murmurs of “I heard…” that passed between the three other shadows. It was not the best way to garner information, admittedly. From what Cutthroat had gathered from the rumors that flitted in a breathless conversation between his three other companions as they followed behind the two women in charge of the operation, they were going to retrieve Crossbones back to Tortuga. Whether it was out of fear of the two commanding women that led them they did not mention any specifics - if, in fact, they knew any. Cutthroat didn’t and suspected they were running off of speculation themselves.
When Cutlass and Corsair came in contact with Crossbones in question - when had she grown up, Cutthroat wondered vaguely, he could have sworn she was smaller than that - he began to feel unsettled as he watched the scene unfold, eyes the color of melted treasure causing the inky pirate to stand out despite how well he took to the shadows. Weight shifted when he watched Cutlass grab her, without giving Crossbones any chance to speak. There was no questioning, not even an attempt at parley, just action and violence. Force. Eyes narrowed, when Corsair swiped at the girl’s muzzle hissing accusations at her. This was not their way. Bones wasn’t even given the chance to evoke parley - everyone was entitled to parley to at least explain themselves. With the reckless abandon of every teenager everywhere, Cutthroat stepped out of the formation of shadows, gold eyes harsh as he approached Cutlass whom struggled with her daughter and Corsair, sure that this would come back to bite him in the butt at some point. “Stop!” He demanded despite that he had no right.
He didn’t give a damn.
“I call parley for her,” He gestured to Crossbones with his muzzle. “She deserves parley.” The two women might have disagreed but this wasn’t right and while Cutthroat wasn’t exactly good when it came to moral grounds he wanted to give Crossbones her rights; and then suddenly there was something charging at their group and inky hackles bristled upon instinct confused by the sudden whirlwind. Damnit. The stupid idiot that had flung himself at one of the shadows behind Cutthroat (since he had stepped out to catch up to the struggling Cutlass and Corsair) had basically thrown Cutthroat's attempts at getting Crossbones parley out the proverbial window. There was a sharp screech from somewhere above him but Cutthroat kept his eyes on Cutlass, Corsair and Crossbones, ignoring the hulking black thing for now.