Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-14800267-20150510174559

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"I was not out of my depth." She snapped, pressing her hand to her side "If Esmee had responded in time I would have been fine." She threw a look at her bo'sun who was looking throughly distraught, a short boot dagger in one hand and Jane's coat in the other

"Sorry, Cap'n. Yer cutlass is 'neath all yer clothings and such. I was already havin' a big ol' panic seeing that beastie make yer bleed. An' if you don't mind me sayin' so, I think Mr. Yankee's right. Ye had no chance. Yer never going tae be able tae have a chance and it was heartily foolish of yer tae even try. He's supposed tae kill ye, an' ye CAN'T kill yer killer. How did ye expect tae get through that hide? yer hook's a might sharpish but it ain't gunna withstand a croc hide. Anything that could would be too heavy, ye already knows this. So ye took him on with naught anyway? Pan's supposed to be the cock a doodle doo! what was passin through the thought passage? Wanted him tae eat you a tad earlish?" She stopped, panting a little, cheeks flaming. She had been scared. Really scared. She had been so scared she'd momentarily lost all fear of her Captain. "Ye better thank Mr. Yankee fer makin' sure that scrape is all ye got and ye better be making sure that scrape is jut a scrape and nothin' worse!"

Jane was completely blindsided by her subordinates' lip. Esmee NEVER answered back with any level of seriousness. She would maybe make a joke or perhaps a gentle guiding word to steer Jane away from social faux pas when ettiquite differed more than she was used to from that of the ship, but not this. She wasn't sure how to take it, so she turned back to Yankee.

"Well... perhaps. It seems I may owe you a debt." She glanced down at Sobek. Oh it would b so easy to slit hi throat right here and now...