It had been quite a while since Melanie had felt such excitement. With her bum arm she wasn’t often part of any action. She was kept around for her sense of navigation and wits. She often helped to advise Maxmillion on decisions for different routes. She knew which currents would bring them to ships to sink and what battles would likely be victories. She prided herself in being able to identify advantages with wind and water currents. Melanie could be very useful when she wanted to be. Of course she’s had a fair share of slipups that got the Bounty Foss and its crew in enough sticky situations. Although more often than not Melanie could follow through and secure another bought of loot for her crewmates and captain.<br/><br/><br/>The young pirate found herself losing her breath from the dancing. It was no slow hymn but luckily the chanting was coming to an end. Melanie laughed again as she recognized the voice of one of her crewmembers chanting to the crowd.<br/><br/><br/>“What are we?” she asked the uproarious lot.<br/><br/><br/>“Pirates!” the energy-filled girl shouted in response. With a final accented beat the sailor song ended and cheering ensued. Melanie slipped away from her partner who was eyeing her hips to grab her drink again. Alcohol and excitement clung to the evening air. The girl sat at a nearby table before she could be pulled back into the chaos. Fortunately her captain didn’t come looking again to encourage any more involvement. Melanie was content with relaxing for a while as the sun set.<br/><br/><br/>A shiver was sent through the girl’s body as the boats rocked from the wind blowing in from the sea. Melanie figured she ought to find something to eat before turning in for the night. Usually when they were docked the crew founded places ashore to stay, usually with a prostitute or simply with their own. After up to months of staying in cold, stuffy barracks Melanie respected that a real bed was often worth the prices. The young pirate had gotten her own room in the pub or one of the nearby inns before but she debated whether it would be worth the trouble. The Bounty Foss set sails at dawn tomorrow with or without you and she always was paranoid of falling too deeply asleep in a real bed. It was easier to map the stars from the ship as well.<br/><br/><br/>A pang of hunger reminded Melanie that she hadn’t had any supper. She made her way into the crowded pub where waitresses flaunted around with trays of meats, cheeses, and citrus fruits. Tankards of beer lined the bar and tables were filling up by the minute. Melanie sat at a table with a few other faces she recognized. They were ordering food from one of the busy waitresses.<br/><br/><br/>“I’ll take whatever he ordered,” Melanie nodded at the man sitting across from her. She wasn’t picky what ended up on her plate as long as it wasn’t expensive.