Ripped kept striking his whip against Benson's back while his crew watched in horror. "I've warned ye about yer temper!" After a few minutes, the cracking of his whip ceased and he began to put it away. "He can get down, now." After Benson was let down, Ripper grabbed him by his shirt and curled his lips back. "I'm feeding ye to the damn sharks next time around!" He threw him back against the railing. "Let's get a move on! We got a curse to break!"
Maria had taken another bite when Sirius told her to keep her healing ability to herself. Only nodding, she gnawed at the bones until she could pull the last of the meat away. "Sirius..." she said, moving closer to him. She help up what was left of her fish. "Where go?"
"Ah, Maria," Ripper said as he approached them. "Lemme get that for ye." He delicately plucked the fish bones from her hand. "Ye know, Sirius. I think it would help 'er tremendously if she learned to speak properly. Shouldn't be a problem for 'er, she looks like a bright lass."