Kal watched as well, eyes easliy acostumed to the dark space. Locke's ears twitched, following the movements

Mary sniffed then tapped her foot three times.
Anne nodded, "Come out now whoever you are."

Selkie didn't make a move.

Anne grabbed out a torch and lit it.

Locke closed his right eye and grimaced, but otherwise stayed still.

Kal reached instinctively for his spear.

The light was reflected off the spear tip.
"Found you." Mary grabbed Selkie.
"He's an otter perfect for what Jack was trying to find." Anne smirked, "Surrender everyone else or the otter dies."
"There's no one else here." Selkie growled.
"You don't have a spear." Anne smirked.

"Don't went all have fur tho?" Evermore asked as a few landed on her

Blue sneezed again, "I don't care if they land on me though if they land on my nose I sneeze."

Kal glanced at Selkie. He slipped out of the shadows, spear lowered and eyes reflecting the torchlight. "My people don't take kindly to tresspassers. I'll warn you once." He threatend the foxes.

Anne put a knife to Selkie's throat, "And my people take what they want when they want."

Kal lowered his head and snarled, quills raised. "Pillagers and thieves. We hate them even more."

Locke's deep brown eyes flashed a dim amber, then grey. He pressed his thumb and middle finger together, waiting.

"You too collie come out now." Mary demanded.
Anne tightened her grip on Selkie who was trying to get out of it.

Douglas and Skipper were coming back on the ship. Skipper ducked into the wheel house and went to bed. Douglas went down the steps only to be knocked out by Mary.