<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 12px">Callie stood and looked over the captain as he had released her. It was odd, his cofidence and then she understood. He moved away after slicing his own hand. Those blue eyes followed after him, carefully analyzing him. When he spoke and smeared his blood across the glass. Her face paled just a bit, she didnt like dark magic. She hated magic, but it made sense now. How this ship held, how he had become the most feared. It made sense how those connons had hit so damn hard. She watched him will th chair and she stepped back and swallowed hard as she watched him. He was a devil. Or made a pact with one. Magic was real, but not common and black magic extremely uncommon. She stepped back, away from the man who now fell forward. </span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><br/>
It would have been a perfect opportunity to take him,but afywr what she saw, she honestly didn't dare. When he straightened and his gaze caughr her own she found she had backed all the way up against his bed. She was farthest from the door but being away from him sounded more appealing.  Her face drained of color again as he mentioned her defeat. Yes luck had really turned on her and despite all her judgement she had been too quick to pick a  Captain and it had cost her dearly. He pulled out his whiskey and she didn't move. The look in her eyes had changed. It wasn't fear, not even worry, but she was cautious, weary of him now. At least she had a good sense. When he took that gulp she could feel it, feel his strike before he had moved to do it. <br/>
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His steps caused every hair on her body to stand on end. The unbuttoning of his shirt made her stomach do flip flops. 'Shit.' Was alll she could think as she could barely keep up with his movements. Her hand didn't come up as he backhanded her. Her head snapped to the sitlde and threw her off balance, but she had caught herself. Hand hanging onton his shirt tightly ro keep herself from falling as well as keep her in close enough range he wouldn't be able to strike her like that again. Her breaths were heavy as she once again stood up. Facing him and far too close for her own comfort. She could see his bare chest, those cold eyes that stared down at her, ready to devour her. She had certainly not prepared for him well enough. Her bottom lip quivered as she held her ground . She was tired and her labored breathing was an easy give away. Though how she managed tonstaybstanding evwn astounded herself. Now she just had to somehow survive whatever this pirate was going to give her. </span></span>