Natalie stood on the deck of the HMS Deviance, arms crossed and eyes on the horizon. She could hear the crew all around her, but unless one of them called to her directly she paid them no mind. They were all established sailors and Navy men, they knew what they were doing.<br/><br/>As what appeared to be a pirate ship approached, Nat scowled and ordered her men to prepare the guns. Activity aboard the Deviance swiftly shifted from simply navigating the waters to preparing for battle. As the ship pulled closer, Nat could see several men on its decks, not all of them looking in the best shape. Upon hearing the call from the captain of said ship, Natalie looked him over for any sign of recognition. She hadn't seen this man before, and she knew that pirates often attacked each other for treasure, territory, or even just for the sake of it.<br/><br/>"What business does a pirate have with that scum?" She practically spat the word pirate, glaring at the captain of this ship. She caught a glimpse of James standing next to her. She hadn't heard him approach but didn't question it as he had a habit of sneaking around quietly on the ship. It was helpful at catching those crew members who only worked under strict supervision, they could never tell when he was coming until he was already there and chewing them out.<br/><br/>Nat knew that her own ship's guns were trained on the other, and a few other ships from her fleet weren't very far behind.