The Captain shaded his eyes again, reluctantly pulling away from the edge to see better. The sounds got louder, solidifying into cries for help. And there, wading in the surf and brine, was a er- Something. A tattered, wild-eyed, winged, bird person. A glare from the sun hit the wings, shining brighter than should be possible, making Axel blink a few times to get the spots out of his vision. Either they'd just found an insane angel, or the wings weren't made of pillow-down.
The thought process for stopping for this person was entirely based on the decision of why the hell not? And continuing on in that vein, Silver-Tongue stepped off the helm, onto the deck, calling for someone to bring a dingy, any sort of raft that could be pullied back up on to the ship with minimal effort. And one was found, miraculously, dust clung to the old wood, it had been in the hold for several years, and used to be a life boat. The Deceit was a proud vessel, but everyone on it was pirates, notorious ones at that, she didn't stock lifeboats. Death awaited them either at sea or on land and Axel wasn't particularly concerned about 'properly outlining means of escape'. As the boat was readied, patches being put in the bottom so it hopefully wouldn't sink on its first dip in the ocean, the Captain snorted bitterly. His brother would have had a stroke seeing the 'safety regulations' aboard. Hard-ass.
Still the vessel was readied, though the shore was still too far away to make out individual words, a few men were shouting at the winged person, waving and pointing, some laughed. Scratch that, most laughed. It was a comical sight, the person scrambling along the beach, metal wings bright. The Captain himself got in the dingy, waiting to see if anyone joined him, the boat would probably barely last the return journey, but the rapids in the area were weak, but they still might need a stronger swimmer. The idea amused him.
