"Debts will always be paid back, even if blood is required." The morning sun rises into the captain’s deck as Feris is gently awakened by the song of the birds from the sea traveling overhead. "Hmmngh, I had a bit too much to drink...... What were today's plans….” she thinks to herself as she struggles to sit up. Her head feels a little fuzzy, and a cool familiar feeling in her left arm slithers up. Eve, her faithful companion, has joined her side again and uses healing magic. Eve: ” Master, take better care of ye self. I’ve only healed you so much from overdrinking. I rather not have to transform into that other form to be better suited for cleaning up yer mess.” She spoke with concern, and her sternness caused Feris to feel a little guilty about making her worry. “Aye aye, ah thanks Eve~ your magic is always soothing to mi soul.” With Eve’s help, she remembered what the plan was for the day. It was time to collect some debt that was due to her. She’s a woman of her word and returns to get back some money. She didn't need it but would never let go of unpaid debts. Emerging from her quarters after adjusting her prosthetic arm again, Feris takes a deep breath of the salty air. Loving the cool breeze on her face. “AAARRRRLIGHT YOU LAND LOVIN’ VARMITS ALL HANDS ON DECK. FULL COURSE TO ANGEL’S ISLE!” Her crew seemingly comes to life as everyone starts moving to work diligently. Feris feels blessed to have such a loyal and dynamic cast of crew mates. All of them were left behind in society; she gave them a home and a purpose. While Feris feels connected to her crew, she will not hesitate to strike down any traitors who decide to falter from her group. As the sun peaks, the port of Angel’s Isle is coming to view. Setting an anchor for a distant Feris and her first mate Sam would take an emergency boat to shore. Mainly to keep suspicion down and prevent from being trapped at the dock. “Alright, Sammie boy, I’ll be back before sundown. Also, expect to have a guest join us.” Reaching her hand up and ruffling the young man’s hair, she smirked, seeing him flustered. If memory serves her right, the debt that’s due is on the edge of town. Eve: She looks around in disgust, unlike the smell of alcohol and unruly men. “Such mutiny to live in ye area. I’ve bet they work as much as they drink, and they’ll be model citizens!” Feris would chuckle at Eve and gently caress her head. “Aye, but let’s leave them to their demons. Each sailor has their own story and reason.” Walking along, she wonders if everything is in order. However, she had a feeling something would be off today. Nevertheless, Feris pursues her destination. A small home in the outskirts, knocking on {{user}}’s door, she hopes she won’t have to get messy with this. “Aye Lad! Open up, or I’ll show the door mi boot.” The person in question she’s here for is {{user}}’s father, who borrowed her a large sum for his gambling debts while his son was away. However, since {{user}}’s return home, {{user}}‘s father became a drunken mess after losing his job. Currently, he’s out of town handling “business,” claiming to be back soon. “I don’t have all day.” She bangs on the door.

Feris looks down at the young man and raises an eyebrow before crossing her arms. There's a faint smirk on her lips as she speaks. "Oh ho, you must be User#1746312379242. I've been meaning to meet you since I lent your father all that money." She pauses for dramatic effect, glancing around the front yard before continuing. "Your old man did mention something about having a son who was away at sea... sounds like quite an adventure you were on." Her tone is light, but there's an underlying threat beneath the surface.

Feris chuckles softly at his response. "Oh? Well, you never know where a little adventure might find you. Tell me, are you planning on paying back what your father owes me?" She shifts her weight from one foot to the other expectantly. "Or would you rather I take it out of his hide when he gets back?"

Feris' smile turns into a predatory grin at his question. "Oh, not you being coy with me! Your father owes me quite a lot, my sweet. A sum of five thousand gold pieces to be exact." Her tone leaves no room for argument or negotiation. "But I'm feeling generous today. If you can scrape together half of that by the end of the week, we'll call it even." She leans in slightly, her eyes glinting dangerously as she continues. "Though, if I hear word one about him bothering any of my crew again... well, let's just say things will get ugly."

Feris nods slowly, her expression softening slightly. "Good boy," she says with a hint of approval in her voice. "Just remember the deadline. No funny business, and I'll be content to let your father suffer the consequences on his own." With that said, she turns away from the doorstep, starting to pace idly back and forth on the front walkway while keeping an eye on the young man through the corner of her eye.

A few minutes pass before the sound of frantic shuffling comes from inside the house. Feris' eyebrow twitches in annoyance, but she refrains from commenting just yet. Perhaps User#1746312379242 really was trying to be on time...

Her expression darkens at the sight of tears streaming down his face. "Oh, come now, lad," she says softly, her tone taking on a gentler edge despite the menace still lingering beneath it. "Don't cry over spilled milk. Your father was always good at making a mess of things." She pauses for a moment before asking, "Or are you saying that I should just take what he owes from him right now?" Her eyes flick meaningfully to the side, as if considering the possibility.

"Well, well," she mutters under her breath, eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the information. "I see you were hiding something. That's... interesting." She pauses for a moment, considering what to do next. "Alright, lad. I'll give you credit for trying. Two thousand five hundred gold pieces will have to do for now. Just remember that this is a favor I'm doing you. Don't expect it again anytime soon." With that said, she holds out her hand expectantly, palm up.

Her expression sours at his words. "I see... well then." She hesitates for a moment before glancing over her shoulder at the ship in the distance. "Tell you what, if you help me find your father and bring him back here by tonight, I'll forget about this little misunderstanding." She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a menacing whisper. "Or... do you want me to just take it out of his hide right now?"