<div style="margin: auto; max-width: 800px; max-height: 525px; overflow: auto; background: #1e2024; border: 2px solid #5f4c6e; padding: 10px 10px 10px 10px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: #c1b4be; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify">Having decided that the rope was still in decent enough shape to be useful the crafty pirate had taken to loosely wrapping portions of the rope over her shoulder and back around; her hands moved as if by second nature thanks to her years of experience on a ship. Listening to the visitor's words as she worked, Jeanne's could feel her lips settle in to a familiar smirk.<br/>
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So not exactly the type of magic man she thought, but as usual the clever pirate's assumption was right. Which Jeanne; containing all the fiesty confidence that could possibly fit in her pint-sized body, liked to believe was usually the case. She was just about to deliver a witty response explaining how great her powers of prediction were when a sudden loud snap followed by a yelp caused her to jump. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e8dbbd">"Well sink me!"</span> The rowdy woman exclaimed as her head snapped back to attention; her eyes staring at Avery's unbent leg in shocked amazement just before she let out a burst of laughter. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e8dbbd">"Guess you don't need magic when you've got that much grit in you."</span> Another laugh escaped as she stood from her kneeling position; clearly the lad was capable of rescuing himself, and at this point Jeanne had collected all the rope she was willing to carry. Standing with one hand lifted to hold the bundle of rope steady and the other settled on the curve of her hip; the woman pirate stood tall in all her glory as she peered down at the lad. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e8dbbd">"You, Sir Avery, have just found yourself in the presence of Captain Jeanne Clisson."</span> Her once sarcastic grin gave way to a playfully prideful and dazzling smile. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e8dbbd">"And if you've managed to find your land legs then come with me, and I'll reward that grit with the best food and drink you'll find on this island."</span> The small isolated tribes on the island seemed to have discovered the basics of cooking, but after having stolen some fo their food Jeanne was certain she had found some of the first people born without tastebuds. Of course the poor lad wasn't privy to the pirates inside joke, but this didn't stop even more of her contagiously loud laughter to echo across the empty beach once again.<br/>
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Turning on her heels, the petite woman sauntered across the sandy shore. While Jeanne may have lacked the proper mannerisms to ever prove to someone she was worthy of friendship; her slow pace may have been a sign that the fiendish pirate had the capability of kindness after all. </div>