This is how you do it.

Isaac held his arms out for balance. The ship rocked back and forth as steadily as a metronome. His stomach lurched, and he tried to push back the seasickness. He was glad that a fishing boat had been carelessly left at the shore, or else he would've had no way to reach the ship the now-unconscious pirate had pointed out to him.

The briny wind picked up and made his hair move like weeds in water. Stars faded out behind thick clouds, and only linings of moonlight made their way to Earth. He squinted. There was no one he could make out in the darkness, and the only sound was the occasional wooden groan from the ship. He moved with painful slowness. Despite a rapid drop in temperature, a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. He really hated the ocean.

Isaac saw the open hatch moments before his knee knocked against the door. A faint light flickered from inside. This must be it. Without hesitating, he drew his sword and jumped down, landing heavily in the brig. He ignored all of the gazes that shot towards him and skimmed the row of faces. He finally found what he was looking for, the blonde man with vulnerable eyes and wings Isaac would not have been able to discern in the dimness if he had not known they were there beforehand. The wingress was in shackles next to other prisoners, and a ragged bunch of men with their faces illuminated by the lantern stood in shock. He looked towards the one who held the lantern and assumed they were in authority. It was a pirate with features that looked almost feminine.

"You have something of mine," he said coolly. He swung his blade to rest on his shoulder, hoping the light would reflect off of the sharp edges. "I'm here to take it back."

He nodded his head towards the wingress, then, not sure if they could see the gesture, aimed the tip of his broadsword at it.