It's a perfectly lovely evening, night coming over this tiny cothold known for its picturesque bungalows. Renalde, young Rylov as well Keelie with her brown and two guards are spending a couple of stress free days here. No firehead, no politics, nothing. Just a guardian and a little kid, doing the vacation thing. But things are never simple. Several small boats have been deployed from an out of sight ship, coming onto shore equally hidden from view. And several people creep up with intention of doing something terrible. Rylov is off away from Renadle, wandered down to where the shore hits some jungle and poking around the rocks and trees as young kids often do.

Argento is one of those terrible people, creeping in from the opposite direction of where Rylov is playing unaware. His intentions seem to be to approach where the two guards, Renalde and Keelie are holed up, closer to the main buildings. He's not not obviously armed with anything dangerous, other than being a big guy with big fists.

Young Rylov has grown into a stout five-year-old boy, out of that awkwardness that clung to him as baby. As he walks he picks up shiny rocks, examines them, and then tosses them aside when they don't quite meet his standard of beauty. Innocence complete he pays no mind to whatever is going on around him, turning once to wave at Renalde. He likes pretty things okay?

Renalde holds up a hand to wave back to the youngster, then picks back up his conversation with Keelie. No danger is expected here, "Thankfully, no cases of firehead have come yet to the hold. It would have been more prudent to stay there, but for some reason Lord Warder <insertnamehere> thought a vacation at this time was right." He's shaking his head, obviously disagreeing with the established dumbass Lord Warder.

Abriem brought a sack with him, guys, 'cause he still thinks his idea is top-notch. The bag is dangling from his belt and will be there until (and he's sure this will happen) it's needed. But, since he's been vocal about just stuffing the kid in a sack for the past week or so, he's been given the shitty job of guarding the getaway boats, not helping actually abduct the child. He uses a stick to draw in the wet sand down by the water, stick-drawing stick figures.

Inessa's in on the kidnap the kid duty, and sneaks her way towards the little boy. The look in her eye is more than her normal crazy-inessa. It's almost like she feels bad for what they are about to do to the kid. But not too bad. She's still gonna be right there when they do the thing.

Michelet is there along for the ride; whatever his feelings on this whole thing, he's a slave to duty, and tonight that duty is stealing. Stealing people rather than inanimate objects, but stealing nonetheless. So he'll keep his mouth well shut, and do his assigned task: backup off to one side to initiate a distraction if needed, while others are making their attempts at snatching the boy who's the target of this little raid. He lingers out of sight, in a place where he can watch for any signal that his assistance is needed.

Isadora is there too, sneaking as much as she can sneak. She's also got her cat, Polly, clutched to her chest - she doesn't want to have the thing running out when it's less than ideal. She'll shadow behind Argento, though, waiting to be useful.

Luciana is another one of those who came across on those small boats and crept up — only she's attempting to hang back while the rest of the group moves forwards. She's still on the fence about this whole plan but she came along anyways. Out of sight as well, she'll crouch down and wait, whether it be for further orders or if thinks go spectacularly wrong, she can get a head start on getting the hell out of here.

"Get the boy." Argento hisses to Isadora, "That lunatic will stab him or something." There's a gesture towards whatever Inessa is doing down there. "Or Abriem will stick him in a sack, I'll go there." And he point towards the cluster of responsible adults that can see what's happening. This is going to get messy. To anyone else that's looking for a job here, he points towards where he's going. Sadly for Keelie, the second he can get close enough to her to straight up knock her unconscious, he's going to do it. The dragon can't send out his where to between message then? Can he? At least he won't know what's going on. Just that Keelie is down. Hopefully. XD

Having very recently been unwillingly inducted into the ranks of the unforgiven, Zavyr has been regulated to boat guarding duty with Abriem and Drex - Luci's orders. The towhead youth has already noted the position of each boat, the ship, the shore-line as it stretches into jungle, and the disappearance of the rather rough crowd that had arrived. "And we are not doing this dastardly deed at night…Why?" Sweet tenor asks, as Zavyr locates five same-size rocks and begins to juggle them.

Keelie keeps half an eye on Rylov, half an eye on the conversation with Renalde, although she's pretty relaxed. So relaxed that she stifles a yawn on the back of her hand. Are her wildling senses tingling? They probably should be. But this is a vacation, right? Right. "It is a beautiful spot," she replies to the former Lord Warder. Aw man, yeah. She FAILS AT BEING A WILDING TODAY as Argento sneaks up on her and knocks her out cold.

Drex is chipper, unlike his companions he is delighted to be guarding the boats. Who wants to deal with a screaming, slimy child? Sure, ransom sounds nice, but actually dealing with a kid was not high on his To-Do list. Speaking of children, he seemed to be stuck with that blonde kid Luciana picked up. Drat. Drex was chipper. Boat-Guarding does not require chat. Drex hisses softly, moving so Abriem is between himself and Zavyr.

From mostly uninhabitable to suddenly there are PEOPLE, it's hard for Rylov to NOT notice something. But he's use to people being more-or-less nice, and so when the faces appear he doesn't react with fear but with curiosity. "Hi!" He calls out to the strangers, waving. He's a happy kid, alright? Good thing he has his back to the rest of the BAD STUFF HAPPENING. Especially his quasi-cousin, Keelie.

Renalde was in the middle of a conversation when suddenly Keelie is DOWN. Shocked the former Lord Warder dives to try to catch the woman before she hits the ground. Confusion is writ everywhere as he looks around, trying to figure out what would cause the perfectly healthy woman to faint. A twist of his head brings Argento into focus but Renalde can't do much with his arms full of redhead.

Michelet perks up a bit when stuff starts to actually happen, looking down from his vantage point a way off to see what's going on. Okay, the woman's down, the Lord Warder is focused on her… "Grab the kid and go," he mutters to himself, keen to get this over and done with before the shit hits the fan.

To any incoming riders: This looks like one large man plus several accomplices are coming to beat the hell out of Renalde, since Argento is standing there looming over Keelie crumpled on the ground in front of the two guards and Renalde. For the moment, Rylov has been forgotten down by the water, unprotected as others move in on him. A guard lurches at Argento who punches him square in the face as someone anyone comes to help him~

Gruffith sends out the alarm despite his rider being knocked out. It really doesn't work that way. Silly pirates. He lifts his great head and BOOMS a call across the sky, adding an audible call to the telepathic one, perhaps also to scare those humans with pointy objects! And that VERY BAD ONE that hit his Keelie. He snarls, banking, trying to trap Argento, but also distracted and trying to get to his rider. Oh. Good guard for hitting him. Good Renalde. Where is that tiny human?! Keelie stirs slightly, squinting up at Renalde, disoriented.

Isadora starts to head towards the kid once there's a diversion, still clutching her fluffy cat to her chest. Once she's close enough to be seen by Rylov, she tugs a hand free and gives a little jaunty wave to him, "Hey little man - you look like a keenly-eyed gentleman." She approaches the little boy slowly and crouches down to his level, holding the fluffy cat close to him, "Can you help me with something? My kitty here has lost some of her kittens nearby. Can you help me look for them?" She breaks into a winning smile - all dimples and blonde curls and cuteness, "I bet if you helped me find them, maybe you could keep one?" Polly, the cat, gives a helpful mew from where she's being clutched in Isadora's arms.

That's why dragons are just so handy. They are your very own personal distress beacons! Gruffith's call for help sends Raxsonath into full 'knight in shining armor' mode; D'cen dragged from the safety of paperwork piles to appear from ::between:: atop his bronze, who bellows with dramatic warning when he circles the scene.

Inessa drops any attempt at sneaking up on the little boy when it looks like the boy has seen her. Then Isadora is there and the woman sends daggers at her back in the form of a severe glare. But no, The Captain DID want her to do this, so Inessa will save stabbing her in the back for later. Instead she puts herself between Isadora and watches as the riders sweep in. "Shit." Even Crazy Eyes Inessa knows THAT is bad news. A quick decision as the chaos begins, "D'cen!" Hopefully in the chaos he'll only hear her voice and not see who is talking. "We've got Rylov! Taking him back to the weyr!" Nice and safe~~ Nice riders help KEelie plz~~

"Shells," Michelet's head tilts up as that bronze appears with a dramatic bellow. "Shells and shards." He lets out a piercing whistle, an urgent 'hurry the fuck up' noise, even as he makes his move to head back towards the boats, swiftly but covertly. Last thing he needs is to be snatched by an angry dragon.

Given that no one answered Zavyr, the juggler peers over at Drex, then Abriem, consideringly. Then Luciana. Drawing a long long breath, he releases it again and settles back into his stance. He hasn't yet dropped one of the rocks that cascade from hand to hand with a rhythmic slapping sound. Then a dragon - booms - catalyzing an instant series of movements from the lean youth. He's jolting forward and dashing toward Luciana's hideout, or perhaps simply toward the same cover she occupies.

Luciana swears from her vantage point as she catches Argento's gesture and realizes where he's going and what he's about to do… about two seconds too late. Did they bring this up when the plan was put forth!? Won't a dragon sound the alarm when his rider goes out? Too late now. "Damn it!" Worse cursing follows as Luci does the craziest thing she's probably ever done and goes in to help Argento out of the mess he got himself into… right as more riders appear. FANTASTIC.

Oriecorth blinks in, a pale fury in the sky with a snarl uncurling from her throat as she wings in, Francis clinging to the green's neckridges. Unfortunately this evening the rider's going into battle in a very pretty dress, but at least she managed to get her jacket on.

It isn't long before Ravaith appears in the sky above, decending fast to the ground like a huge stone—well, if a huge stone could look positively furious and and trumpet loud enough to wake the dead. It's Ravaith's good eyesight that spots the action, bringing the brown to alight with a jarring *whuff* on the sand. M'noq slides to the ground, already drawing knives. "What's happening here?"

Drex is propped against one of the boats, arms folded over his chest and eyes locked on the commotion not far away. Goodness, so much trouble. Sure hope this kid is worth it. How much will someone pay for a five year old? At least weight, right? He was on his feet and at attention at the dragons sound. Oh please mean something other than Lots Of Dragons On Thier Way! And Zav is running?! Drex hesitates, he can't leave the boat but Luciana's new pet running away wouldn't be good either.

Well, Gruffith trying to land on his head is an unfortunate development. Argento YANKS Keelie out of Renalde's arms (sorry Keelie!) and holds him close to her, pulling a knife out of his boot. This is all going south very quickly. He holds the knife to her and growls, "Attack me and I'll kill her, you stupid animal." All while edging toward the jungles. The remaining standing guard freezes in place and Luciana comes in. Several pirates that no one really care about join the fray and it's choas al around.

While D'cen is descending from the heights of Raxsonath's shoulder and sending him winging back up into the sky to ciorcle warily, he hears a voice.. familiar? Maybe. And he frowns, before his attention is captured by Argento yanking Keelie towards himself with a knife pressed to her throat. "Hey, you're going to want to calm down a little. If you cause her any further harm, we can't promise her dragon will stay calm enough for you to go anywhere. Nobody wants that." Meanwhile… « Send our riders sneaking up behind them; capture, if you can. We will want details about what is behind this. »

Gruffith was on his way to Keelie and snarls at Argento as he grabs her; a threatening gesture for the normally peace-loving brown. He rears backwards, unfurling his great wings, and quickly closes his mouth at sight of that knife, stepping backwards. Hopefully squashing someone in the process. Keelie gasps and snarls herself, using her feet to try to kick at the man holding her. Watch out! SHE BITES!

Renalde doesn't get up easily these days, so on his knees there isn't much he can do as the man graps Keelie and begins to drag her away. Painfully he gets to his feet, using a nearby stick to help him regain his feet. D'cen's words fill the man with relief, and as much as he LOVES Keelie, there's someone else to worry about. "D'cen! Rylov. Do you see him?" In the press of bodies Renalde has lost sight of his ward.

"FUCK WOMAN." Did she just bite him?! Argento drops his knife, but he's made it to the edge of the jungle and stumbles out of sight with the brownrider. At least Gruffith can't eat him now?

Okay, Lucianas Pet is her problem. Drex is going to mind these boats. Thats what he was told to do and by the sea, He Would Do It! Still, with all these dragons… . .Drex shook his head, turning and started pushing one of the smaller boats off the beach and back into the water.

Oriecorth lands and Francis dismounts neatly, for all the skirts involved. Let's be honest, she probably couldn't take out a pirate under any circumstances, but she's got a knife she pulled from her boot because riders do have knives, and she fetches up next to D'cen because he's bigger than her and might know what to do. Her dragon's back in the air, gliding over the crowd and making horrible noises.

M'noq had this conversation literally yesterday with his wingleader about how he wasn't so cool about imagining using humans for target practice. But suddenly he actually wouldn't mind it, if he could get a throw off cleanly. "Hey—where do you think you're going?" He sends a knife after the man's back, maybe into the leaves. A bit farther than his usual practice line, but there you go. "Rav, don't let them get away!" The brown chases above while M'noq chases on foot, into the jungle.

Yeah, screw this. Michelet's on his way down towards the boat pretty sharpish, whoever may still be there. "They better get that kid here quick, things are going to shit," he notes alarmingly calmly to whoever's there by the boats right now, although the sweat on his forehead from his scurry belies his nervousness about this job.

Luciana takes advantage of that one lone Guard freezing up and makes to dispatch with him swiftly, be it temporarily taking him out or… a little more permanently. She goes to shout something at Argento when he grabs Keelie but it's lost in the chaos and she has riders and their dragons to consider! Especially Gruffith, as she's quick to dart out of his way. It puts her in an awkward spot though. She did NOT sign up for this! Her goal now is to retreat back into those jungles.

D'cen obviously looks rueful as Keelie tries to bite. "She doesn't have rabies. But she might pass along firehead if she breaks the skin…" Oh hey, distracted again. This is like a game of SQUIRREL! "Someone said they were taking him back to the weyr. Where was he? Raxsonath will start sweeping the area." And indeed, the bronze starts to swoop in to begin a search pattern. Kind of like a grid. Because like rider, like dragon. "Help me look for Rylov, Francis? A pirate gets in the way, you and Oriecorth do whatever it takes to get them out of the way or capture them."

The pirates surrounding the Luciana + Argento area have some kind of suicide wish (there must be some really terrible conditions on their boat) and rush D'cen and Francis. They don't seem to care about being attacked by dragons and killed and one of them runs up at Francis and slashes her with their knife. TAKE THAT.

Drex glanced over at the new voice approching the boats, "Huh?! Kid!? You don't have the kid yet?!?! What are all you people doing?! It's one, very small person!" He turnes back to pushing his boat into the water, "Be useful please!!! Help me with this!"

Slashes AT her. Words are important. MAYBE HE MISSES.

WHERE IS THAT MAN TAKING KEELIE? Gruffith is not ok! He BOOMS into the air once more and galumphs across the ground towards the jungle as Keelie, that pirate and M'noq disappear. He launches into the air straight after Ravaith, following. ALSO, KEELIE TOTALLY BIT YOU, ARGENTO. AND YEAH, SHE MIGHT HAVE FIREHEAD. SHE'S FROM SOUTHERN. (But she doesn't actually.)

Rylov is confused by the sudden sounds behind him, but Renalde's back there. And Keelie. AND GRUFFITH. So obviously everything will be okay. "We could go look in those little boats!" Reaching up he's gonna reach for Isadora's hand. Nothing like sheep to the wolves, right?

"What color of stupid are you, Sharps?" Zavyr snarls to Luciana, having achieved that woman's location, "They are doing the - dragons - Oh fuck." Zavyr almost never curses, snaps his regard up at Gruffith, and then Argento, "Is that a rider?" An incredulous look is cast at Luciana - Is it contagious, this level of stupid? "Look, buddy -" Zavyr has bypassed Luciana, when blood started out of the man she'd attended to, and is next to Argento, growling, even as a surge of pirates swell forward to the riders. "Hey, Badass. Let the rider go. They will not stop until they get her back. Just let her go. Shove her toward them. Something." Blue eyes frantic, check Keelie for damage at close quarters. Zavyr appears to be weaponless, open hands reach to tug on Argento. "C'mon lad. It's a wash."

"Yo, wait up, they haven't brought him down yet," Michelet objects when Drex starts pushing one of the boats into the water. "And I'm not supposed to be grabbing the kid!" Defensive much? He wavers about helping with the boat though, obviously torn. HURGH. "Give them a minute," he insists, looking back up towards where Isadora is SUPPOSED to be grabbing Rylov, silently willing her to hurry up.

"Yes!" Isadora chirps happily, dimples flashing and blonde curls bobbing with every step, "Those little rscals love little boats. I'm sure they're there. Let's go look!" She keeps a firm grip on Rylov's hand, her other arm being occupied by her cat. The only issue now is how fast a 5-turn old can walk, though she tries to chivvy him along with encouraging words, "We better hurry, though - who knows what might happen to them if they wander." She'll get that kid walking as fast as he can towards the boats.

Isadora wants him to run? THAT'S FUN. He picks up the speed and for the first few steps will totally be dragging Isadora in his excitement to find the kittens. "Renalde, he's not the Lord Warder, but he was, has a kitty. She likes to wander away too!" Violence up there, innocence here alll the way to the boat. They are AT THE BOATS.

Luciana wasn't counting on some of her fellow pirates to go suddenly suicidal death-wish on her. "ARE YOU MAD!?" she shouts at them, trying to bypass but getting briefly caught up in the whole damnable mess. In the middle of the chaos, she'll get too close to Francis at one point when another takes a swipe at her; she's an easy target, given her focus on escape. She may not even be aware of anything as she fights her way free, at last catching up to Zavyr. "NOT now!" she snaps at him, reaching to grab the youth while he's attempting to talk Argento out of the madness. A little too late, kid!

Or, they could be rushed by pirates. That could happen too. D'cen… doesn't pull the knife from his belt, actually. He's much more comfortable fighting hand to hand and disabling any weapon-bearing criminals by breaking wrists then by using something sharp himself. No doubt he's going to have a plethora of slashes through his riding jacket, and his arms. And will baptize the ground with plenty of blood. But, he will also disarm or disable plenty of people in return. "How many are there?" Pern does NOT have clown cars, dammit.

As soon as dragons started showing up? Abriem started pushing boats back in the water, right there on the same page with Drex as far as gtfo-ing is concerned. He throws himself into one of those boats, grabbing oars, fighting the sloosh of waves to keep his boat not from fleeing immediately but holding close to the shore. Anyone that wants in his particular little boat is gonna have to splash in up to their chest, but they'll be assured of a quick getaway! "I fucking told you, fucking told you," he can be heard to mutter.

"ESCAPE." Argento booms, to anyone that can hear him. He's trying to shake Keelie off his damn arm! "LET GO WOMAN." When a knife hits him in the arm? This thing is all sorts of fucked up sideways. Zavyr appears next to him and manages to untangle himself from the brownrider. "Working on it, kid." He scoops up the knife that slashed him and pushes Keelie towards M'noq who is surely coming. "TAKE HER BACK. SHE'S FUCKING FERAL!" Totally going to get firehead from this crazy wildlingly brownrider. Except hey, this is when realization hits. He knows M'noq. His eyes widen when he sees him before snarling and hauling ass to escape, he'll pull Zavyr along with him if he can.

"GET HIM IN THE SACK."

With the extra help, Drexs boat make the water and he walks in, water sloshing just below his boots, rope wrapping around his arm. "ISA! Good!" He pulls back slightly, oh look, the kid. "Don't mind getting your feet wet I hope?"

Abriem throws the sack toward the shore, "YES DO THAT"

"WE'VE GOT HIM. WE DON'T NEED THE SACK." Oh okay.

With the kid running Inessa is going to gtf out of here, scooping up the sack as she goes just in case Rylov decides to start fighting. Which will probably happen soon. Others tangle with the beach, and riders crash into guards, with it just being TOTAL CHAOS and it being a li'l confusing for who is bad and who is good.

"Motherfucker!" exclaims the prim little greenrider, slashing blindly at her attacker and connecting…but with Luciana as the woman dashes past. There's blood, the blond woman's? and definitely Francis', as the greenrider hisses and claps her hand down over a cut on her upper arm. Some of D'cen's is probably around there too.

Oh thank Faranth, here's Isa and the boy. Michelet will shove himself in there to offer help getting Rylov in the boat, with a big old friendly smile to the boy. "Hello yougn man - I think there's a kitten in this here boat - why don't you go have a look with your friend?" With a glance at Isadora, an urgency in his eyes that says, let's get him in there quick!

Oriecorth splashes down on the beach in a mass of pirates, rearing up, slashing and pumping her wings as she snaps around her. She's small for a green, but she's a dragon, and she's pissed and she's never nice even on a good day.

The suicidal pirates are… they're really stupid. There's stupid guys in every group and they're not doing such a good job versus D'cen, Francis and a bunch of dragons. They're going to be easy to take down and catch, probably without killing them yay! But meanwhile, the rest of these assholes are disappearing into the jungles and back out into the ocean. They're hard to see because by now the sun has set completely. Where is Rylov? Where is Renalde? Did Keelie make it back? The two guards are down and out. What's the damage exactly?

"NO!" Keelie is not a happy camper! She struggles the whole way, trying to bite and claw at Argento. Doe she know who he is? Difficult to say. Things are kind of blurry. "LET ME GO!" She scowls at Zavyr as he looks her over. SHE DIDN'T BITE AND HOLD ON, OK? JUST A BITE. Why does her head hurt! He's lucky she's kind of woozy and out of it, because… oh, she's free. That's ok. "I AM NOT FERAL!"

Somewhere in the Chaos Renalde stars to do some fighting himself, but a firm knock upside the head leaves the former Lord Warder sprawled out, confused and unable to keep up the search for his ward. Thankfully though, his little gold firelizard has no such problem. She screams as she dives down on the people trying to steal Rylov, aiming to scratch at Isadora and Mitchelet in anger and fear.

Isadora bubbles out a cute laugh, "Just think of all the trouble /your/ kitten will get into when we find them - I'll let you have one for being such a great help!" Oh the cuteness - it hurts. She'll obligingly be dragged along by the kid towards the boats. And once they're there? She'll toss Polly into said boat first and help Rylov in - forcibly if she has to. "We can look better if we're actually /in/ the boat. We can watch the shore as we go along and spot them from afar." Logical - though she's just trying to keep the kitten ruse up as long as possible for the kid. "Let's go," is a hurried snap of a statement to Michlet as she climbs into the boat, too.

M'noq is stumbling through the jungle after the kidnappers, swearing under his breath at having left his machete on Rav's riding straps. When Keelie is pushed at him, he catches her—and swings her around behind him to shield her. He is FURIOUS and still coming after them. Above, Ravaith is whipping the treetops into a frenzy trying to get through. "You think you're getting away after this?" He has knives in both hands, throws another one at the man who had kidnapped his weyrmate.

Fuck it. Abriem starts paddling for the ship. Anyone in his boat is going with him. Anyone not in his boat better get in one of the other ones.

Drex's boat is starting to tug on him, the tide yanking and though he is planted firmly, the man is still being pulled a little with each outward movement of water, "Hey now, time is sorta ticking here! The tide is leaving without us!" He yelps as he spots the green dragon, the sudden splash has him reeling and he barly manages to keep ahold of his boat, "GO! GO! GO!" He Scrambles on the boat, dripping wept

Argento is hit with another knife in the leg. "FUCK. JUST GO." That's to Lucian and Zavyr. Apparently he's going to need to deal with M'noq and his knives. How many does this guy have anyway?!

The newest pirate, now initiated with other's blood, is secured by Argento on the one side, and Luciana on the other. Thus, his own ability to dodge becomes hopelessly compromised. He is, however, incredibly easy to drag - little mass under all those clothes. Keelie's image is committed to memory, as is M'noq's. The flash of blades snapping toward he, Luciana and Argento blasts through people-images, however. Then M'noq's clears the clutter and hits Argento. Released on one side, Zavyr turns toward jungle with Luciana.

"Renalde! Work with me here! I'm a little busy.. *oof* To try and.. Got you, fucker. Stay still! Francis, can you have your green trap this one with her claws?" D'cen isn't worried about damage. "We need to capture one. Raxsonath is coming in to pretty much swipe the rest off of us so I can get to Renalde. Rax says he's down." Yeah, he DOES sound worried actually.

Michelet swipes an arm at the diving fire-lizard, ducking his head to protect his face from the creature's attacking dive. Despite his best efforts, he still gets a nasty slash across his scalp, which will no doubt start to bleed pretty soon. "Fuck!" He says - sorry Rylov, you might learn some new words today! - and then he's leaping for the nearest boat, which just so happens to be the one that Drex is commanding.

Inessa's totally in Abriem's boat because srsly it is time to GO. Mischief managed! Time to flee! One can only sow more if they're alive~

Luciana runs purely on adrenaline by this point, crashing through the jungles and only vaguely aware that her side is burning in a way it shouldn't and that she's bleeding. How bad? Who cares. She can still move and she's going to get her ass onto one of those boats! Only Argento goes down by M'noq's knife and Ravaith is creating more havoc from above. "Fool!" Is that to Argento or to the youth she's now grabbing and hauling with her. "GO! Run!" Zavyr will be shoved, as he's likely to be the faster of them. She's holding her side now but not far behind and whichever boat Zavyr ends up in, she'll dive in too.

"Orie said…she smashed one?" Francis babbles, confused but retrieving her green as asked; the pale creature bears down on the grouping and with absolute satisfied malice lowers her wicked talons in a cage over the head and shoulders of the pirate D'cen indicated, letting out a continuous snarl. Fran turns and slashes blindly again at an attacker coming too near.

Dragons in the sky look much smaller than dragons up close and after a quick look at the occupants of his boat, still missing a lot of people! They better be in Abriem's or apprearing very soon! Drex is dragging on the oars, trying to put as much distance between his boat and the green, "Michelet!!! Someone! Oars?! Where is the other two pairs of oars?!" Panic laced his every movement.

Abriem row row rows his boat. "I fucking told you," is the mantra he uses to set the pace for his paddling, grinding it out through his teeth while he digs into the water. The little boat moves pretty swiftly away from the shoreline, leaving behind whoever just got left behind. "I. Fucking. Told. You." Because a sack would've prevented all this, guys.

Indeed, fleet of foot, the pale youth Zavyr can indeed beat Luciana, with the distraction of dragons thrashing the jungle above providing more adrenaline for leaps over tree-trunks, rocks, and a small stream. Once the clearing comes to the fore, though, Zavyr slows enough to look back at Luciana. Dammit. And he turns back, to go assist the other, casting anxious looks upward, hoping the thin canopy of jungle will protect them from the rampaging dragons.

With the Firelizard suddenly diving Rylov clues into things. Or maybe it's the fact that there is NO KITTEN he can see. "There isn't a kitten! Xinzang? Xin?! WHY DID YOU HIT HIM?!" The boy screams this, his face turning read and he's going to ball little boy hands and try to punch Michelet's ankles. "LET ME GO"

Raxsonath bugles approvingly at Orie. Smashed pirates are much better then other kinds of pirates. Except captured ones. He literally swipes at any remaining attackers near the two riders in the midst of the melee. If they go flying and break their necks, he's not going to be upset. Hopefully they're quick enough to duck and run awaaaaaaaaay!

Aww, it's like a father-daughter…pirate smashing party? Oriecorth snaps at a few encroachers, not connecting but definitely giving them something to think about.

M'noq has two more knives, and they both have this pirate-kidnapper-guy-whatshisname's name on it. Ravaith is still above the canopy, working himself up into a frenzy, and suddenly he spots a place in the where an old tree has fallen, creating a hole in the dense tree cover. Maybe it's not much of one, but it's large enough for the brown to crash through, breaking tree limbs, thrashing about, and getting caught as his bulk won't let him move through quite as easily as he thought. It's a two-second distraction as M'noq looks upward: worried, confused, his head tilting to the side as he looks up at his dragon. "That doesn't look like such a good idea—"

Isadora just sighs once the crying and bawling suddenly start up. "Shhh," she tries her best to soothe the child, "The kittens are real - they're just on the ship! And Polly's here -" She points at the fluffy orange and white cat at the kid's feet, "She's technically just a big cat. No need to cry. /Please/ stop crying." It's getting on her nerves. At least she got the kid in the boat.

"I said GO!" Luciana shouts at Zavyr as the youth turns back to help her. She totally needs it to get into the damn boat but she has her //pride/, okay? They'll make it, barely, in time to catch Drex before panic overwhelms. Into the boat she goes, likely dragging Zavyr in with her (or vice versa). Once she's in, she's down, half sitting, half awkwardly sprawled on the bottom and propped against the side, curled protectively around her injury. The hand that is clasped over her side is stained with blood and whatever wound she's sustained is made worse by her labored breathing. "Fuck!" she hisses. Someone's picking up Abriem's mantra!

NO RYLOV IS GOING TO CRY BECAUSE HE IS FIVE AND SCARED AND THERE ARE NO KITTENS. Plus, he's half wildling and they did teach him to be tough THROUGH the tears. Someone probably just needs to stick him in a sack now. :(

"Somebody tie this kid u!" Michelet snaps as he gets attacked by Rylov. He grabs a set of oars and gets to rowing, even as some blood starts to drip down his face and over his brow. No time to examine the damage though, not with Drex ordering for someone to help shift the boat. Row, row, row, row - let's GO. Michelet puts his back into it.

Abriem can hear just enough of what's being shouted in the other boat to giggle his ass off. In between rowing. And cursing.

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the shore, merrily merrily merrily merrily, M'noq's a li'l sore~

Argento has to remove a second knife from his body tonight and nearly pisses himself when Ravaith tries to get in through the tree cover, he recoils but manages to use the two second distraction to scramle up and hobble away. Somehow, someway, he gets to a boat. But he has to almost swim for it. Are there sharks in the water of Pern? Because I hear bleeding into the water isn't good. — Meanwhile back at D'cen and Francis, they're able to secure that one pirate that Oriecorth smashed earlier. The rest eventually flee or are captured by other opportunistic riders, coming to a total of three in custody. — MEANWHILE OVER HERE TOO: The scene is now rather deserted as it's just Southern Riders, Renalde, two guards stirring back to life and most importantly: No Ryov.

"Have I mentioned this is a really stupid idea, Sharp?" Zavyr grinds out, wide-eyed. "No place for a performer. I did mention somewhere along the line that I was a performer, right? Here-" A hand is proffered, "Right. Come along, O' keeper of my staff and my chains and my secret." And they are at the boat, and Zavyr's helping the woman into the boat, before he flips into it himself. "I should also take this opportunity to point out how much more effective I would be with my staff, Sharps."

Or Rylov. Whatever. WHOEVER.

Gruffith is a frightening sight above the trees, although he is calmer now that Keelie is away from that MAN. The brownrider doesn't seem to want to stay shielded behind her weyrmate, and in her delirium, fights him at first, before realizing who he is. She grabs at his knives, trying to get at one to throw it at the pirate, but the pirate is gone now and her fingers are fumbling. She glance up as Ravaith crashes through the trees, squinting… everything is so blurry.

Now the kid is screaming!? "Someone! Turn the kid off!!!" Drex's boat pulls away from the shore, with more than one person rowing, rowing, rowing, things were looking nicer. What is this thing about kittens? "Turn the kid off!!! SOMEONE! Please?!?!!? Offer him money to shut up!!!"

Between Orie and Rax, D'cen is able to slip through the remaining pirates to make a run for Renalde to help the man out. « Tell Francis to make a break for it. I will keep them off of her. » his lifemate offers, while Orie holds their prisoner still.

Clearly, Drex does not know how kid works.

Drex is still wet behind the ears himself.

Luciana is so not in the mood right now for Zavyr's sass and if she could, she'd probably throttle him right about now; but she's too busy trying to slow the bleeding down and also take stock of the whole messed up situation. So his answer will be a snarled: "Just shut up, Fool!" DO something other than heckle her right now!

Isadora swears under her breath and pats at her clothing before ripping a huge strip away from her shirt. "No kitten for you anymore - you get a gag instead," she scolds the kid and will do her best to try to muffle the kid's bawling with a wad of cloth strategically tied over his mouth. "Just be /quiet/. I swear I was actually going to give you a sharding kitten until you started bawling your head off." She glares at the kid, which is not helped by her dimples and cute girly face.

Oriecorth is nose to nose with 'her' prisoner, tilting her head to fix him with a red eye and spattering hot foamy drool on him for effect. Francis straightens up from her crouch by her dragon's leg as the beach occupants scarper, breathing heavily with her bloody knife held at her side in loose fingers. Oriecorth passes the message, and the greenrider lopes up the beach towards safer cover. Her legs work at least.

With D'cen help Renalde stumbles to his feet, hanging on to the other man and looking out at the ocean. Xinzang reappears over his shoulder, chirping in distress. But she's not a dragon, and so can't explain. "We need to get to the weyr." His tone is flat, and turning away from this disastrous vacation, he'll lean on D'cen's arm.

He does something. Zavyr pulls Inessa's old dagger which happens to now reside in his dagger belt-sheath, and reaches to start cutting cloth from Luciana's shirt. "Shhh. Don't hurt me. If we wrap that, it might bleed less. You can't die. Yet." There. Is he getting into this pirate thing now? Zavyr glances down at Luciana. "And you should relax. Smile." Zavyr smiles. "Be happy. Just relax." The dragons above, though, have Zavyr wincing down at every roar. And the strip of cloth, so removed from Luciana's shirt, is now proffered back to the woman as a bandage. Zavyr looks around for another cloth. Isn't there a sack around here somewhere?

Michelet applies himself to his oars with the intention of getting the hell out of there before some angry dragon crushes the boat, or something. At least Isadora's shut the kid up, which helps with his concentration. The blood now fighting to get into his left eye, less so, and he has to pause in his rowing to wipe his face on his arm so he can see what he's doing.

Ravaith's super awesome plan of popping through the canopy is just not working out in his favor. Trees start coming down. The sound of huge trees snapping cracks—wood splinters. Best not to be under the falling tree, or the falling dragon. The sound Ravaith makes isn't exactly a cry of pain, but something more muffled. M'noq winces. "Faranth on a fucking cracker." Ichor drips to the jungle floor, the brown's wingsail torn.

Okay, kid quiet. Thank the world! How is one supposed to think that that howling? The beach is now shrinking into the distance and with no other immediate problems, Drex starts to relax, "Okay, kid aquired, lets get get back to the ship and change docks before the riders notice the kid's gone."