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Things are tense. Very tense. And Gibbs keeps eying the lifeboats. Thinking that soon he and the captain will have to use one.

Not that Gibbs is letting on about that fear. He's busy inspecting the ship in the early morning, hoping that maybe he can forestall the mutiny one day more.

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"Me? Nothin'. You ain't seen me. I ain't here."
His tone indicates that this is not a point up for discussion.

"Liz knows I'm here, and that's all that matters. I'm insurance an' nothin' else. But, for your personal piece of mind, name's Raphael. I'm Mikey the Barman's older brother."

Or one of them, at any rate.

If Gibbs recalls the state he last say Raph in, he doesn't say. But at least there's context.

"Insurance might not be the worst thing." Even if he's not sure how to use it.

That's the spirit!

"Not that you're gonna need it. I got a good feelin'bout this boat. I think things're gonna simmer down."

Spoken like a man who knows a thing or two about diffusing a situation.

"I hope you're right." Something in Gibbs' tone says that he isn't sure yet.

"Trust me."

There's not a whole lot of family resemblance between the brothers green these days. Mostly because they're not so much with the green. But...there is one thing that they share, and that's the same broad smile that very clearly Should Not Be Trusted.

Why is Gibbs reminded of Jack?

"No offense, but we're pirates. Trust isn't exactly the coin of the realm."

"S'all right, I'm ninja. We ain't all that trustworthy to begin with."

"Ninja..." Gibbs glares just a bit. "Honest to god?" He knows the word. And the legends. (He's Gibbs. He knows all the legends.) But he never believed them.

He really should know better.

If he didn't before, he should really start believing now.

"Never if I can help it," says the consummate atheist. "But I ain't lying, if that's what you mean. People that go 'round sayin' they're ninja when they really ain't don't usually have a long life expectancy."

"You may have a point. Though I wouldn't put it past...some people." Like Jack. Not that Jack has ever said he was a ninja, to Gibbs' knowledge. "But that would explain the whole hiding thing."

He nods.
"We tend to stick close to the shadows, yeah. Professional preference," is the only explanation he gives.

"Which is about as unlike a pirate as you can get. We tend to be more...well lit." And obvious.

"So I've noticed."
Yeah he won't be taking advantage of that anytime soon or anything. No siree bob.

"And I suspect, if it matters, that the rest of the crew won't notice you." Only the ken eye of a man with Gibbs' experience could do such things.

Raph tries to look as innocent as possible.

"Not that it matters, but that would make my time here that much more...leisurely."

"I think that the less we have to see of you, the better." He gets it now. This man, this ninja, is the captain's emergency plan. The man who can get her (and hopefully Gibbs) off the ship safely. That such a plan is needed isn't reassuring, but at least Gibbs doesn't feel an obligation to begin practicing his swimming.

"Agreed."

He pauses for a second.

"You know, until after this all blows over, of course. It's good to see you again, Gibbs."

It's even better that he didn't have to kill you.

"Er, yes." He pauses, trying to recall details. "You had hair, didn't you?"

His smile freezes.
"why's it always gotta be 'bout the hair?" he says with a sigh. "Yeah, was ten years younger then too. Got held up in another world for a while."

"That would explain why you seem different." That and how sometimes Gibbs' memory takes a blow or two from all that rum. "Did the angel send you through time?"

"Angel?" He blinks in confusion. He sort of missed that plot. "Nah, door just went bust an' didn't appear for a longass time. I was visitin' Alanna, Adam, and the kids, next thing I knew I was a long lost member of the family."

These things happen.

"Alanna adopted you...you should have just said as much." That's as good as a letter of introduction from the king and Jack Sparrow. Probably better.

Probably better than, actually. Considering how the last meeting between Sparrow and Raph went down. Pirate hit Raph upside the head with a bottle of rum, knocking the ninja to the floor in a heap.

"Didn't know whether or not you knew of her, to be honest."

Beat.

"But then again, she did spend an awful lot of time here before she got married..."

"Aye. She and I got pretty close. If she trusts you, I trust you.

"Though I hadn't any notion it had been that long for her." No wonder he never sees her around.

He chuckles.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say she trusts me. Think it's more that she's been stuck with me seein' as I'm the only one that can stand her kids for long stretches of time."

That's Raph, ever the babysitter.