Upon hearing the silence of the harbour being broken by a familiar voice, the called-for blond pulls himself onto his feet, rising faster than if he had been summoned by a stranger. He unfortunately knew well who it was that shouted a threat at his seafaring abode– and it was because of knowing that he wastes no time in stepping out onto the boat’s deck.

Leaning a hand on the frame of the entrance door’s hatch, Thor was forced to squint in the glare of the sun in order to see Ky standing further along the boardwalk. This hadn’t been the first time that he was paid a visit by Blackheart’s son, though in light of his threat to sink his new home, he wondered what he had done to earn Ky’lar’s anger this time.

“I am here. What do you want from me now, boy?”

_{“You’re going to help me.” He could have just talked – could have just done many things, but Ky wasn’t going to show his entire hand. Not to himself, not to Thor, and most certainly not to anyone. No, he was going to issue his demands, and then sort everything out later.}

_{The last thing he needed right now was being dragged back – kicking and screaming mind you – home. A reason to why he was taking a very large risk into coming here – a threat to maybe get things started, but one that he’d go through with… if things didn’t go his way. “Or,” he said, sucking in a deep breath as he took a step forward, “This place will be underwater in no time.”}