"If they have, then I'm screwing up big time and am probably about to perish along with you, order irrelevant," Raez mentions carefreely, referencing how they're the closest to potential enemy cannons at the moment.

"Nah," Raez says, shaking his head. "Little reason to fight or provoke one." 

"Oh, did you wish to ram a hole in the hull of their ship?" he asks without any degree of concern whatsoever. What a True Neutral. 

"We aren't," he agrees, but goes on to evaluate: "However, if they don't want to fight, then initializing a fight would mean more risk and unknown benefits, if any, at the moment." He taps the railing. "Hmm. Perhaps we should obtain a more solid indicator of similar intentions. Or perhaps call this matter to vote. Those two don't seem like the best indicators of their ship's intentions, after all."
Who the heck starts a partial democracy on a pirate ship? Raez, that's whom. Or at least sometimes. Other times he actually acts like a captain.

"Vindicta seems very lenient with their prisoners," Raez observes. "If the other is truly not a crewmate, then the supervision of the prisoner is..." He tries for a less offensive term than "egregious," which was what came to mind at first. "...lacking," he finishes, seemingly satisfied with his vocabulary choice.

"Who knows?" he asks rhetorically. "Perhaps it's a tactical strategy. I'll never know, though, if it is. I don't intend on asking." He shrugs, keeping an eye on the Vindicta, just in case. 

{Oh pffff I'm dumb and thought this was still on the Vindicta}

{XD she should}

(Almost one month later, I'm just going to point out how it isn't my turn to POV so lol)

Beryl leaned into the wind, letting the spray from the waves crashing against the ship dot her serene face. 

"Land, untouched by human feet for years.  The water recalls another ship, the last to have been there, leaving something behind."

"Is that what you humans call it?" She asked idly.  "Then I suppose, yes."

"Both," She said with a serene nod.