Sekesh stood up from her desk, her smile only getting bigger and strangely darker. As TTT walked out of her cabin she reached behind her, grabbed her mask and hood and placed them on her head, a laugh that spoke of her excitement and enjoyment of a raid just tickled her to no end. "Let us be off, to Dallion Port!" she shouted in her thick irish accent. She only spoke like when her mask and hood were on, she had learned that it helped to rally the crew, and also kept people guessing who she was when her hood was off.<br/><br/>With heavy foot steps she she made her way to  the wheel, standing beside TTT, arms crossed she watched in delight as the crew scurried over the ship, tightening ropes and letting others fly. The night was dark and the stars were out, making it seem as if they were sailing into a glassy night. She took a deep breath and sighed happily, "Smell that air, First Mate," she said not even turning to face him, her eyes having shifted to the sky they were sailing in, "Smells like rain." Sekesh was rarely wrong, and even though the sky was clear, this high up the weather could change on a moments notice. A sparkle shown in her multicolored eyes, without another she lept onto to the railing, holding on only by a rope and her feet. "Steady at the helm you scurvy dog. The wind is is raging up a storm, and I need speed. Get me caught up in the storm and you all walk the plank."<br/><br/>Whether or not her threat was real, but none of the crew members were going to question her, they all moved faster getting the ship ready to fly faster. Sekesh wasn't one to be questioned, as some of the older members of the crew would tell stories of when all but the gunner, first mate, and cook had been forced to walk the plank.