This is an island in the sky. It looks fairly devastated, and abandoned. Some kind of wooden structure smokes idly there, the whole place is barren rock aside from a small patch of green on the roof of a shell of a house. It smells... Burnt.
Akien has hidden the larger piece of pipe up his sleeve. The other object is reasonably small and mostly obscured in his hand.
"Hi."
Lead bandit brandishes a crossbow at him. "Whatever you're holding, drop it and then put your hands on your head. Other two, hands on your heads."
Nick's hands go up, though he glares.
And, surprisingly swiftly, gets hit over the head with a reasonably sharp blow from the metal bar Akien still holds.
There's a sudden flash of light, and Evara suddenly looks quite dangerous.
Two bandits brandish crossbows in her general direction. One has it pointed at Akien. "P- Put it out! Do you want to kill us all?"
"Sounds like you were trying that. So get the fuck away."
The flame continues to burn, about head height.
"We were gonna let you all live, fuck! There's show of force and there's being reckless to the point of suicidal for god's sake put it out!"
The crossbow wielders are wavering.
They drop them.
Nick collects them all- though he looks awfully nervous about the fire too.
Nick fetches and applies rope. "...What do we do with our scoundrels now?"
Evara shrugs. "Can we get out of here, get on our way and leave them behind?"
"Yeah - I can just sabotage their ship in an easily fixable but time-consuming way."
"Sounds like it'd be the best route." Pause. "And maybe take some things, if there's anything particularly useful – teach them a lesson or whatever."
"Take their weapons, I think. And maybe you all should reflect on your high-risk lifestyles. But I don't want to be a pirate myself. Be right back."