The Midnight Prince

[Isabela]

"'fraid it is, kiddo." Isabela seems unthreatened by either of them. "Names?"

[Rokag]

Rokag tensed at the sudden questioning. "Giving your name randomly sounds like a good way to end up on the wrong boat or in shackles...but if you know what direction her boat is in, we can take that and our business to her."

[Isabela]

"Ya ain't too bright, are ya?" laughs Isabela, spreading her hands wide and popping one hip up in a somewhat sultry pose. "My boat's that way, but I ain't on it at the moment, see."

[Shisou]

Shiori's eyes go wide. "Wait, you're...!"

[Rokag]

Rokag gave her a skeptical look. "Kinda...convenient." She didn't trust this. She didin't KNOW it wasn't Isabella, but her just showing up was suspicious. "But still would rather not talk about it in the middle of the street."

[Isabela]

"And I won't be bringing a stranger into me own home."

[Rokag]

"...." She didn't trust this woman. She didn't even know if this WAS Isabela....but fuck it, what did she really have to lose right now. "I...can't say my name, but I can tell you that we were looking for Captain Isabela for help."

[Isabela]

"What sort of help ye be needin'?"

[Rokag]

"The type that need a ship and someone willing to take travelers somewhere." She gave a hesitant sigh. "Look, I don't...really want to talk about it here, I know we're far from the islands, but it's not safe." Rokag looked back over to Shiori and then to Isabela. "...please."

[Shisou]

"She's pregnant," says Shiori quietly. "And we're in danger if we stay. Please."

[Isabela]

That seems to settle it; with a sigh and a pinch of the bridge of her nose, Captain Isabela nods. "Alright. Come with me."

The airship she leads them to is docked atop a tower, which they have to climb the stairs to get to. The thing is shaped like a sailing ship, the sails full of wind and magically able to keep the ship in the air instead of skimming along the ground. It's an opulent little ship, real wood at every turn. She leads them to a berth, one with two bunks slung in it and a number of boxes stacked in the corners. "We use this for storage, but it'll be a good enough place for you to lie low for a while. Now what's your story, girls?"

[Rokag]

Rokag had hoped to keep THAT secret for longer, making a bit of a face. And it wasn't like she wanted fucking EVERYONE to know what was up with her. She stewed for most of the walk, tho it ebbed once they saw the ship up close. She wasn't sure HOW the fuck magic let a boat sit in the air, but there it was.

"The story is...real fucking long, but the reason we need to run is that we got into trouble on one of the islands and we can't stay here any longer." She took another breath. "Also, as long as you're the same Isabela, we might be related."

[Isabela]

"Related? Can't be. I was born of seafoam and mist, I don't have parents." 

[Rokag]

Pretty sure you can't be made of fucking mist. "Well, I don't know how to prove it unless you can fucking swing cold around like a sword or something. All I know is that your name came up when we tried to figure out where -I- came from. The important thing is that we don't get caught here by the time it becomes morning." There was a shudder that went through Rokag's frame as she tried hard to not think about what happened.

[Shisou]

"Your parents are Hari and Rasaan Shaw, right?"