Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-14800267-20150512051905

She sagged slightly against the rope around the ring, giving a slightly breathless laugh

"I could do with something severly caffinated. Esmee! Coat. Boots. Arms. And something to wrap this." She nodded down at her bleeding side.

"Oh! Oh I'm sorry, we don't meet you Darling's till th' story, so I'm embarassedto say I don' know what ye all look like! Well pleased tae meet you! I was jus' goin' tae go fer a walksie with Alexandra, iff'n it'd not be bold tae ask if ye want taw join us. Might grab a spot o' lunch down..." She was cut off by her Captain's demand. She sighed. "Jus' a mo. Sorry. Cap'n calls."

She gathered up the pile of belongings and scuttled up under the rope. She paused a little glancing at the strangely golden blood smeard ring and the stain on Jane's torn shirt. "well that don' look too bad, Cap'n. Ye've had worse." With no care for personal space or boundries, she peeled the shirt up and examined a gash. "Ah we can deal with that one. Another scar fer the collection, looks like." She took grabbed the book knife on the top of the pile, slicing Jane's shirt just under the bustline. She tore it into strips and started padding and binding the wound.

"How on earth did you wind up down here anyway?" Jane asked Yankee, as if she hadn't just had her shirt destroyed and her bo'sun prodding at an open wound.