“Does that include washing my feet?”
A first mate, a navigator, a doctor, and a foot masseur/ washer. The last one was rather peculiar and not so obviously stated, but it made Fiora giggle. She could use a foot massage every now and then. With that settled, with the exception of a couple others, Fiora sent the crew members to their respective positions. Although the fuss with Hades had captured that attention of a quite a few of those working, a stern word from Fiora reminded them where their focus should be. Although her body was rather feminine at first glance, that sexual appear was nearly completely drowned by the cold that permeated her eyes and the stern set of her mouth. Among a handful of crews down by the southern ports of Genesaris, Fiora was rather infamous for her steel stomach and lack of empathy for people that get on her nerves.
The pirate raised an eyebrow and let out an amused laugh as the doctor bowed before her. Thadius Quill? There was something off about that name, but she didn't stagnate on it for more than a second. Some people felt the need to give their children odd fucking names. Next thing you know the royals will start naming their children North and Saint. So long as he was able to patch up her crew and keep them alive, Fiora would be hard pressed to give a shit about who he might be. Everyone has a secret or two.
"So be it, Doctor Thadius Quill." She put an extra emphasis on the name, the edges of her lips twitching in an effort not to laugh. Though no matter how she restrained her physical appearance, the knowing twinkle in her eyes spoke volume. After being on pirate ships for so many years, it became obvious to spot someone who wasn't telling her the truth. In any case she'd just have to wait and see how how Hades did.
The tiny fluttering creature flew down to Fiora. "I may have an idea on how to have us go faster and get away," he paused, and looked at the main sail, "how strong is that sail?"
"Strong enough to endure Gaia's saddest moments," Fiora responded proudly, referencing the urban pirate myth that storms and large waves resulted from the tears and pain of Gaia. As she spoke, Fiora also made a beckoning movement toward the navigator. If memory served the woman's name was Tara something. Once the woman approached, which shouldn't take much time considering their close proximity, Fiora removed a rolled up parchment tucked under her belt. Opening up the map would reveal a sort of living image. It showed the surrounding world within an area of about 100 square miles. But as they moved, so did the map's image, continuously showing the same amount of area but always using the ships position as the center point. Like many treasure maps, it contained a dotted red line to show the direction that they should move in. Currently, it pointed south. Which wasn't a surprise. Fiora already knew they were headed toward an island of Ursa Madeum. There, in the Pirate Cove, they would be able to find the new key to the map. She had no real idea what the key would be, but rumor held that it would be another map. Who knew.
With a level of trust astonishing for having just met Tara, Fiora handed the woman the precious map. After all, if one couldn't trust their own crew than there really wasn't anyone that they could trust. "It's a bit of a headache sometimes. Large storms disrupt the path, so don't rely to heavily on the map's step by step. It's the end goal that's more important," she said softly, not really wanting the entire crew to hear about the map. There wasn't necessarily a need to hide it, nor would she, but only an idiot would go around bragging about a treasure map to an untested crew. Especially someone with as many enemies as Fiora.
Giving Tara sometime to look over the map before responding, Fiora turned back to the Spriggan. "What do you have in mind, little one?" she asked. Since the Spriggan hadn't been one of her recruits but a random addition, one that she found funny enough to just let pass, she had no idea what his name was.