His jaw clamped shut and he looked to be testing to see how serious she really was. Inclining his head he took a step back. "I'll take you to your Father, but you must promise to follow me." he said, shooting her a warning glance, but his inner curiosity was sparked, and the rings were the cause for that. Maybe I'll find out what's going on if she talks to her Father....

Evewen sighed with relief, hiding the rings again, just in case he tried to take them before she could get to her father. She followed him, hardly leaving a gap between them. Though she knew what her father's ship looked like, Evewen decided to obey him and keep his temper in check.

Hand on his sword, Vincent lead her toward the dock, knowing fully well she hardly needed an escort. She would know her Father's ship, and have no difficulty boarding it alone, but he wanted to watch her. When they came to the moor where the Evenwen's Star was moored her stopped, and turned around, gesturing gallantly. "Welcome back to the Evewen's Star"

"Hmm, too bad I consider my welcoming party most unwelcome..." Evewen said, glaring at him as she stepped onto the gangplank. With quick steps, she made her way onto the deck of the ship and toward the Captain's quarters. With a sharp knock on the door, Evewen said, "Father? It's Evewen."

Evewen glanced at Vincent, who stood nearby, as she waited for her father to open the door.

((OOC: Lon, am I playing the captain, or are you?))

((OOC: Uh, doesn't really matter. If you have anything planned that you wanted him to say, go ahead, other wise if you don't want to I shall play him I'll edit this post in the morning if you want me to play him))

Vincent's lips curved into a wry smile, and he strode up the gang plank after her. "Your welcome might have been better if you had been more agreeable yourself" he muttered quietly, going to lean on the rail and wait for her father to answer.

Heavy footfalls were heard from inside the master cabin, and the door was thrown open. A burly man, in his late forties, stood there, his buccaneer style shirt open at the front, revealing a large chest. His brow shot up as he stared down at his daughter, and from his expression you could not tell whether he was please or not. "Evewen!" his voic, boomed, and you could tell he had, had a bit of drink tonight, but not anything to remove his keen senses. "What are you doing here!?"

Vincent straightened when his Captain appeared, and stood stiff, wondering how things would unfold.

Evewen couldn't help but smile at her father. He was her favorite parent, after all. She pulled the chain off over her head and dropped the rings into her father's hand. "Mother's ring, just as you asked for." The left side of her lips inched up in a mischievious grin. "And yours."

A smile slowly curled up the Captain's lips. His fingers closed around the rings, and he felt them dig into his palm. "Thank you Evewen" he said, almost gruffly, though his voice was not devoid of any feeling. "But....my ring...how did you get it?" his tone quieted. "Isla had this" he hissed, his dark eyes turning granite at the thought of his other daughter.

Vincent had to strain to hear, but he caught all the words, 'Isla had this'. His jaw flexed and he felt his heart pick up pace. Isla? Why would Evewen have Isla's ring? Isla was dead, or so, he and all the others had thought. Could she be alive? He masked his rising anxiousness and staid quiet, listening.

Evewen turned to glance at Vincent. "Yes, Isla did have it." She paused before saying, "The rumors of her death have apparently been proven untrue. Just this afternoon, she gave the ring to a blacksmith, who later gave it to me, in exchange for an important favor, which I'm probably going to regret later..."

"Isla alive...." The Captain William muttered, his face wearing an expression of irritation.

Vincent's olive eyes widened, and his breath rapidly sucked in. Isla is alive! How can it be!? he thought, staring at Evewen. He then realized that Evewen had known all this time.... She did not tell me....but I suppose it does not matter! Somehow, Isla is alive! What town I wonder....if only I could see her... His gaze met the Captain's, and he could see the older man's eyes flash with a bit of a temper. He would not want Vincent to try to slip away to find Isla. But Vincent was a very determined man, and it would not the first time him and the Captain had disagreed.

"So you acquired my ring from a blacksmith, eh? Hm. I wonder why she would give it to him." Captain William shook his head. "Unimportant....I have it now. But that doesn't solve the fact she isn't dead."

Evewen moved toward a crate and sat down. "She shouldn't be dead, Father. How can you say that about your own daughter? You should be rejoicing that she's alive and well!" Evewen's voice was filled with anger.

Captain William turned to her. "She defied me Evewen. Strong willed females are not tolerated by me, on my ship. She went against me one too many times" he almost growled, looking over at Vincent who returned his hot glare.

"You made it easy for her to defy you Captain" Vincent muttered, half under his breath. "There are times you are not the most agreeable person...."

"That will be quite enough out of you, Vincent!" Barked William harshly. "I will certainty not tolerate any insubordination from you." his words were clearly a threat

Vincent evenly kept his stare, but said nothing else.

Evewen scowled. "Isla takes after you and Sephora and there's nothing you can do to change that fact. She'll always be strong-willed and stubborn, but to wish her dead is an entirely a foolish thought. You're part of the reason why she's the way she is. You can blame no one but yourself, Father."

William looked at Evewen. "Tell me my daughter, why is it so foolish? Please, do tell me, since you seem to know a great deal about it." he asked coldly, becoming angry with her as well. Evewen had always been his favorite child. She wasn't as headstrong as her sister, or as feisty as her mother, but now he was beginning to see some of both in her, which he wasn't liking.

"It's foolish because it proves something about your character that isn't openly known. Any man you can wish his own child dead, must only half the Father, and man, he always claims to be" Vincent answered for Evewen, taking a step away from the rail. His jaw was flexing in anger, and his fists formed at his sides.

Evewen glanced from Vincent to her father, and back again. She shook her head slowly. This would not turn out well and she knew it. She got to her feet and said, "Both of you, stop." She frowned and turned toward her father, "Put the rings away in a safe place, please, before they get lost."

William's eyes were like flaming coals, and his expression was twisted and angry. Evewen was one thing, Vincent a totally another. He probably would have hit his First Mate if Evewen had not stepped in. He heaved a great breath, and growled, spinning on a heal, crushing the rings into his skin, as he stormed into his cabin.

Vincent let out a sigh, and looked at Evewen, one eye brow raised. He said nothing at first, but observed her keenly, reassessing his opinion of her. "Why didn't you tell me about Isla in the first place?"