Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141211192639/@comment-14800267-20150316113540

She tucked the pistol into her belt and slid from the faux roof and landed in a light crouch before straightening up, dusting off and tucking the pistol in her belt. She'd spent a great deal of her youth in rigging so a small roof high drop was nothing.

"I appreciate your faith in my ability to Captain." she said with a hint of irony, walking over to join Yankee and Lila with the rolling gait of a sailor made noticible now she wasn't wearing layers of skirts and coats. Her hand rested on the hilt of the gun on her hip.

"Well, my little biscut weevil, consider yourself lucky I've been explicitly banned from killing anyone not a target or I'd be granting your wish for a pistol bullet first. A few examples made of weak sailors always make better sailors of the others, and so far you've throw two tantrums within minutes of each other. You're weak. You're petulant and you're going to get yourself killed if you don't batten down your hatch." She sneered, then glanced at Yankee, an eyebrow raised. "Do we possess a Boo Box?"