Tycondrius had a quest: to deliver King and his swords to Whitehearth.
Captain Krysaos did not work for free. While Tycon had ensured the gentleman's survival thus far, it would behoove him to receive reward or compensation for his efforts.
The one that wished to be called King commandeered the... man's second ship.
Such was a risk Krysaos did not need to take-- allowing one of his most prized possessions to possibly sail away into the horizon.
Regardless of the time and place that the elf had originated, ships had never been so common to be loaned out so easily.
Thus, Tycondrius would take Imperia under his protection.
Looked upon kindly, the notion was to promote amicable cooperation between the crew of the Neptune's Revenge and the Elven sovereign's budding faction.
In truth, Imperia was a hostage... and would remain as such until recompense was paid... or the formerly Nemayan ship was returned to him.
Tycon - “Hm. Piercings?”
Imperia - “I’m not wearing them for you, snake!”