Tsan.

She felt herself pulled along, unable to muster herself to do more than whimper softly as he pulled her to the deck of the brig. Already a number of the passengers had been brought out and were being kept on their knees by a number of guards carrying rifles, pistols and cutlasses. She found herself nudged to her knees next to a bookish young man busy trying to repair his spectacles.

Apparently succeeding in his efforts, he fitted them to his face and looked her over, blushing at her state of undress. "It'll be alright. These types usually just hold their prisoners for ransom, and I'll make sure my father pays for everyone aboard, yourself included."

Keenly aware of her immodesty, she wrapped her arms around her chest, looking towards him as he gave her a reassuring smile. She wished she shared his optimism as more of the crew and passengers joined them on the deck. They quieted anyone that tried to cry out with a slash of a saber or the butt of a rifle, clearly hoping to avoid an open conflict.

Tsan closed her eyes a moment, feeling that unquenchable fire well inside her. "How many have you seen?" She questioned, wincing as the words passed her lips.

"Well, I count eight, but I couldn't see much when my glasses were broken." She opened her eyes to peer at him, curious. "You were blind without those?"

He nodded. "Well yes. They correct vision. Do elves not have such things?" His curiosity drove him to examine her closely despite clear embarrassment at her state. His hands dropped to begin worrying at his shirt.

"Apparently not." She let out a slow breath. "Are all the pistols flintlocks or are there any revolvers?" She questioned him, squinting as she searched among the cutthroats for what she needed.

He looked at her a moment more, frowning, before he turned his gaze towards the pirates. "Just the one. Tall, lanky fellow with long hair." He nodded his head towards the pirate in question. "What's the plan?"

Tsan took a deep breath. "A plan. Of course I have a plan. The best plan. You don't even know how good a plan I have." She looked into the man's earnest face and smiled. "A bloody great plan, love. Now, you just stay down and try not to die, yes?"

He paused, and then doffed his shirt, offering it over. "You, uh, might need this."

The elf hesitated, and then took the garment, pulling it on and working the buttons. "That is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in-" She cut herself off, looking up at him. "Thank you, love."