"That'd be a waste of magic." Lucky said, elbowing him in the side. "Got better things to use a spell or two on than a pirate." Being on a ship full of men with lacking moral compasses was an issue enough for her, the touching was definitely not happening.
Estaban quickly drew his hand back. Lifting his hands in defeat. "There ya go. I'd be a waist of magic. Now if y'all don't mind, Raphael needs rest." He helped his friend from someone else's shoulders onto his own. "Lucky is our guest. No ones aloud ta' touch her." He pushed open the door to the Captain's quotes, turning his attention to Lucky. "Would you like ta stay out here? Or come with me?"
"Somebody's gotta check his stitches after all this movin' around." Lucky said, by way of answer. She slipped through the gathered crew, hyper-aware of any hands semi-close to her. She stopped in front of Estaban, crossing her arms over her chest. "He needs fluids, too. Help replace the blood he lost."
Estaban gave her a dumbfounded look. He wasn't that smartest when it came to the whole medical thing. So he didn't exactly know what she ment. "Want me to stab one my crew and drop their blood into Raphael?" He there was no hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"For the love of-stars no." Lucky shook her head in exasperation. "He needs water, Est-cap'n." She didn't seem to be very sure what she should call him. "Fresh water. His body'll make the blood itself, but water'll help speed the process up."
"Right, water." Estabao chuckled at his own stupidity before adding, "n don't feel the need ta call me caption. Yer' not part of my crew. Yer above them." He smiled before leaving the room to fetch some water for Raphael.
Lucky blinked, watching him go with a slightly startled expression. That hadn't quite been the response she'd been expecting. Shaking her head, she leaned against the wall, studying the room she was in, before her eyes landed on Raphael. "You a'ight?"
Raphael had hobbled over to Estaban's Desk. Knocking a bunch of stuff off of it and stabilizing himself. "Yus" he breathed out. He continued to speaking while letting his pain settle to a throb. "Ya know. Cap ain't found of most. Take it as a compliment. he's yet to yell at ya." His sentences choppy.
"Tha's a bit strange, 'specially considerin' my natural instigating abilities." Lucky said, looking like she was considering that. "You need t' sit. Nothin' but rest and water'll help now."
"Right. Right." Raphael waddled around Estabaans Desk and sat himself in his chair, just as Estaban came back with water.
"Here." Estaban put the bucket on the desk for Rahpeal. "What would we've done with out ya', lucky?"
"You'd both be dead." Lucky said bluntly, but there was the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "You got any injuries yourself?" She didn't ask if he had any that needed dealt with, just if he had any. She'd deal with them just the same.
"Most likely." Estaban said, replying to her first response, and completely dismissing her question. If he did have any injuries, he'd deal with them on his own. Besides, he was pretty sure all he had was nothing but bunch of scrapes, and bruises from his earlier capture.
Lucky narrowed her eyes at him, raising an eyebrow. "Estaban, I'm serious. While I'm here, I might as well make myself useful. Any injuries?" She repeated her question, crossing her arms.
Estaban rolled his eyes. Something that he seemed to be doing more and more as the day went on. "Am fine. Nothn' but scrapes and what not." He waved a hand idoly, to dismiss any other questions she might try and ask.
"If I notice anythin' that suggests otherwise, I'll be sitting your ass down and takin' care of it." Lucky said, her tone brooking no room for argument. "Even if it means tyin' ya up."
Estaban's eyes widened. He definitely wasn't used to being treated like this. In fact he found himself almost scared of Luck. "Geez. I've been fine so far. I'm not gonna collapse all of a sudden, so calm down."
"Good." Lucky seemed to relax at that, shoulders slumping a bit as she leaned more weight against the wall. She was still wearing his hat. "Now, you got any advice on not gettin' myself shot up there?"
"Keep up the witch act? Don't be afraid?" Estaban shrugged. If he was being completely honest, he didn't really know. Its not like he'd actually ever brought a woman aboard his ship before. "Actually-" he walked over to his desk, where Rahpeal was half asleep in his chair. Shuffled through a compartment and pulled out a gun. "If it really comes down to it." He held the gun out to her.
Lucky took the gun carefully. She wanted to say she wouldn't have to use it, but the truth was, she had no clue. So after a moment of deliberation, she tucked it into one of her boots. "So, if I just screw around with the plants I've got on me, that should help. And don' worry about the fear thing."
"Sure. Nd if ya need more plants we'll make a quick stop." His tone was slightly sarcastic. But he was worried his crew would try something if she ran out of tricks.
"I'm well aware that you're bein' an ass, but tha' might be a good idea." Lucky shot back, a slightly challenging smirk playing on her lips. "Pain relief, things for cleanin' wounds."
"Fine fine. Just give yer word and we'll find the nearest town." Estaban leaned on the wall. Eyeing her carefully. "Just know its not always easy gettn' in nd outta them."
"What fun would it be if it was?" Lucky quirked an eyebrow, meeting his gaze. "I've seen my fair share of trouble, anyway."
"I guess yet right. Where'd the fun in that be?" Estaban smirked and pushed off the wall. "Shall we leave Rahpeal to rest? I'm sure the crew is *dying to meet you." The last part was purely sarcastic.
"I bet." Lucky drawled sarcastically, but not making an immediate move to straighten. After a moment though, she did, shoving her hands in the pockets of her trousers.