Watching the pirate carefully, Natalie kept her hand on her sword as he gathered up what he needed. When he all but threw himself out of the new hole in the ship's side, Natalie shook her head, muttering something under her breath about her hatred for pirates. Turning away from the hole, she adjusted her shirt and jacket before quickly ascending to the top deck where the crew was already rushing to get things ready for a battle.<br/><br/>"To your stations boys!" She shouted, watching a few men scurry off as she appeared on deck.<br/><br/>"Captain, what are we to do about this one?" One of the ship's lieutenants asked, directing her attention to the pirate ship from earlier.<br/><br/>"The captain of those mongrels has agreed to assist us against Queen Anne. It's for the best under the circumstances, but I still don't trust them." Both looked to the ship with distaste before turning their attention back to the problem they now faced. The lieutenant knew that something must have happened below deck for the captain to have accepted a pirate's help, Queen Anne's Revenge or not. He knew Captain Nat would rather go down with the ship than trust a pirate, the very scum they worked to get rid of. However, now was not the time to question the decision. They would have a better chance of getting out of this with assistance than they would alone, and they rest of the fleet wasn't close enough to be of any use.<br/><br/>Natalie hoped she hadn't made a mistake in trusting this pirate, but faced with the alternative, there really was no other way. She watched as her men got in position. This is what many of them had been trained to do since day one, and each of them had seen some form of action, that Natalie had ensured when recruiting had happened. She trusted them, trusted they would fight to the bitter end if they must.