De Camino et Virtus Bellorum

"Yeah, how about no. Yer not goin' anywhere freaking near her or I'll throw ya over the side before ya can say 'freaky little blue thing'"

"Stan no scare Stitch. Old man worries Stitch. Cold girl alright. Girl scared of herself." Stitch said as he looked at one of his hands. "Stitch know how feels being monster. Not easy. But it what Stitch is. Stitch accept it, even enjoy what Stitch is. Fun surprising those who that Stitch evil by doing good." Stitch said as he walked away before climbing up and into one of the vents. He didn't go anywhere and was visible Stan and Bjorn. Just sat down inside the vents.

"I am never going to get used to him" Bjorn says

"Not so fast gremlin." Herc grabs stitch by his arm and pulls him out of the vent. "You didn 't answer our questions, how did you know about her?"

"Stitch said he felt her power. Her scent also gave her away. Why would Stitch lie to his friends? Who else knows of Stitch? Answers, no reason for lies, nobody but people in ship know Stitch." The little alien explained before flinching slightly. "Only people on planet that know Stitch in ship. Jumba know Stitch. Galactic Federation know of Stitch." Restated to keep trust with his new group. "Put Stitch down please."

"What the bloody flippin' hell is the Galactic Federation?"

"Planets that come together to solve problems. Help each other out, and make interplanetary laws." Stitch said before turning back to Herc. "Please let Stitch go."

"So there are alien planets that come together and solve problems. And they did what they kicked you out or something?"

"No, Stitch illegal. Experiments that make a living being illegal on all worlds. Jumba created Stitch, Stitch seen as threat by Federation. Sentenced to exile, escaped. Got into a fire fight, crashed here. Officially on run, personally living exile here." Stitch explained.

"What the hell. Ye're talkin' about people livin' in space?!" Of course, it wasn't like this was the most bizarre thing to happen recently - given that Stan was traveling with a Greek demigod and the magical Exile, anyway.

Stitch glared at Stan.

"Stitch from space, created by a Jumba on different planet. Galactic Federation made of beings living in space on different planets. Face it, your not on only planet with life." Stitch said in a monotone before turning to Herc. "Let Stitch go."

Bjorn really didn't want to think about stitch anymore then he had to "Let him go"

"Don't let him go, he'll get the whole city after him."

"If he doesn't leave the ship he'll be fine"

Stitch facepalms.

"Sticth looking for place to sleep. Not run, sleep." Stitch said before yawning. "Space travel, fire fight, and crash landing make Stitch tired."

"Fine, we proba'ly have a basket around here somewhere..."

"Have you tried a wheelbarrow?"

After some hunting, Stan procured a wicker basket for Stitch. "

Stitch nods his thanks to Stan before setting the basket in a dark corner of the room. Before getting in he retracts his two lower arms and quickly falls asleep.

Bjorn get a little creeped out when stitch retracts his arms "Ok that was freaky"

Barbossa creeps up, staring at the strange creature,

"As strong as it be, it seems to have the mind of a child," he whispers, "at least, in terms of attitude."

"The same can be said for you sometimes"

Time passed. Elsa had not come out of her room the entire time she'd been aboard. Her door was coated in frost on the outside and crew were starting to avoid that part of the corridor.

Stan excused himself to procure a newspaper for Herc to translate while the others discussed what to do.

Merlin kept watch outside of elsa's door. Bjorn used the time to clean and repair his maneuver gear

One of the crew - an Aztec, by his look - arrived and approached Merlin. 

"So, uh, fieho...how are things going?" He nodded at the door.