[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

For their part, the two leaders of the Fleet had remained civil and polite to Walsh, responding to his remarks with,if not enthusiasm, something approaching it. They had also fallen into their own quiet conversation, and although hushed, it was still somewhat discernible as to the tones and moods. It appeared as though the Bosun was... admonishing the Admiral? The Bosun, however, did not continue to scold his commander for too long, seemingly only a few moments.

 The rest of the escort after the brief whispers was uneventful, though immediately after leaving the Dock area, the two captains who had been following the leaders peeled off silently, going in the direction where Walsh had pointed and  give the harshest warning, the Syvisan and Satyr striding off like two big hunting animals stalking, ready to claim a piece of land.
 
The Admiral and Bosun also walked with a slight prowl in their step, though it was mixed a prideful, almost militaristic stride. They walked as though they were lords and pirates both, creatures of an order born from their chaos. The Admiral walked savagely in his stride, his strange eyes, all three of them, burning forth in a stare that encompassed his view, as though he was hungrily eying the prosperity of the capital. The Bosun walked proudly and easily, as though he was meant to take every step he did, and that his movements were pre-ordained with a grand purpose that none could divine save the man himself. 

 Soon, though, the pair of pirates had entered the Palace grounds and were lead through the winding garden paths of the Summer Queen’s castle. Their strides became much more exaggerated as they passed the gates into the garden paths, both of the two leaders becoming much more “themselves” for lack of a better word. 

 "No, nothing else," Royce said in reply to the guard as they are, giving a dismissive gesture with one gauntleted hand. Even the serpent's eye in his chestplate seemed bored, lolling back and forth rather than spinning wildly. Their own company of Blackblades remained at the steps, standing at what might have been attention, but the rough warriors of the Fleet had a very… unorthodox attention that looked more like a threat to all who would dare raise iron, than a proud stance of discipline.

 Slowly, almost regally, The Admiral and Bosun ascend the steps of the castle and prepare to be announced to the Crown that they had sworn to serve, and that had called them here.