Post by Erika Smith on May 27, 2016 19:37:02 GMT
The brunette stood, watching the ship as parts of the crew started gathering up materials to fix the holes they'd gotten from crashing into one of the rocks on their way here. Her decision to come here had been purely selfish, but most of her crew seemed to understand that it had been a judgement call. Naturally, few of them knew the real intentions she'd had, but she'd simply told them she didn't want to put the girl into the hands of the Coterie. That seemed far too cruel.
Then as she turned, her brows furrowed and a puzzled, but annoyed look seemed to cross her face. There was one person she couldn't recognize and the young captain knew the face of every crew member.
With her index finger pointed straight at the young man who looked as if he was completely lost (she couldn't blame him; this probably wasn't at all what he's signed up for, regardless of what he was doing on her ship).
"You," she said, loudly enough for anyone close by to hear her. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing on my ship?" She didn't recognize him from anywhere in town either. Was he from the Mariner's Union? Was he just some lowlife thief trying to take a peek at pirate goods? Did he need a ride? Well, she supposed there was only one way to find out...
The brunette then stopped in front of the man, her arms crossed as she stared him up and down, waiting for an explanation as to why he was on her ship. She wasn't going to leave him out of her sight until she had some seriously good answers.