Conan's head flicked from people to people. There were too many of them to follow what they were all saying. But Treyen had asked him a question, and Sierra sigh had told him where she was. He followed her voice down the hatch, and frowned. "Um I don't have it," he called to Treyen. He was exploring a pirate ship. Therefore, it called for a sword. Cue sword pull from his belt. Hi-ya! He tightened his grip around it, in his gloves. He looked kind of like Zorro.

"So what we looking for?" he asked, to noone in particular. There were enough of them to get an answer. "I don't think we should do any pillaging. It is frowned upon in civilised society."