The Nori considered herself a proper ship, small and old she may be but that only meant that she, over the years, had started to get used to her „inhabitants". Once she figured out that obedience to human masters was a matter of them qualifying as such, which, over her now almost two centuries of duty, seemed to her to have become a problem serious enough to merit a reclassification that, to her innocent pleasure, demanded that she take responsibility for herself and her cargo. As such the current spectacle of spinning crew members outside her trusty shell screaming at her through their coms worried her greatly, not that she particularly cared for their well-being. She just figured she would rather have them, and if just for menial care taking of her sleek metal body, than the bloody pirates that were currently occupying her bridge.
Meanwhile, the Nori's new captain; formally going by the self designated title of Commodore Anicetus Eduardo Blomar „The Floating Menace" Duke of Puntland Eyl EQ Pegasi 3 but more commonly talked about in his absence as „Gap'n Ani. Blo. Me.", by the more unsavoury part of the crew, was deeply enjoying the graceful spectacle unfolding outside his new ship. There was something about watching scared peasants spinning around in space on a 360° real time holographic display puking their little hearts out and screaming for dear life. He had the ship record everything. You never knew when the secrets a man spilled in fear of death would become useful, but it certainly was a boon on top of letting the new volunteers know who was boss now. It was a moment of self appreciation, maybe more so for him than the others. He was enjoying a nice cup of tea. But still, you had to reward yourself for a job well done. A man that couldn't systematically steer his own urges and impulses would never be able to do so for others. Teatime it was, tea he would drink.
„Gap' we got a problem here, I think that lunatic just offed what passed as a chief engineer on this rust bucket" the intruding voice of his third in command, Sybil, shrieked.
A.E. Blomar writhed himself out of his space dreaming in a very slowly, almost deliberate manner.
„Bloody fantastic is what I'd call that, what drive!" and after a long pause:
„This man understands that adversity and existence are one and the same" He heard that phrase before and thought it sounded rather smug, which was exactly the tone a good pirate should take on.
„Sybil, watch and learn, this is the exemplary self-sustaining attitude I have talked to you about before... So, what do you think we should be doing with him? oh look there he is at it again, jumped off the last poor guy I think, epic!"
Sybil Streets didn't have to think any longer than it took for her brain to activate but a single neuron to know, indefinitely, that under no circumstances, this Botan kid could ever be allowed anywhere close to another human being. But it didn't sit right with her to condemn a person to death.
„T'is tricky Gap'n it's like me granny always say'd if you wanna milk a bull you gotta grab it by the horns first."
She was working on her slang lately. A friendly tip she recently got from Nori the ships AI induced her to the concept of it and it turned out to be quite helpful in crew interaction. It paid to be the daft good looking friendly girl officer on board. People were indeed much more helpful now than they were before.
„ Sybil I'm not sure that our current situation is what your esteemed grandmother had in mind, however milk him we will. Throw him into the brig and get the other ones back inside the ship and have Kumar give them a speech on the importance of camaraderie friendship and brotherhood among pirates"