Here was her crew, causing more chaos. Melanie debated on whether to wait for her food to come or to follow her mates. Scarlet could usually handle it on her own but that owner was notorious for holding grudges. Whatever money Scarlet had given to him was not satisfying. Melanie sighed and stood before plopping a few coins on a waitress's tray to pay for whatever she had ordered.<br/><br/>The owner was about to go after the lot of her crew but she stopped him and handily paid him for whatever she took.<br/><br/>“Please excuse my friends. When drunk anyone is prone to bad decisions,” Melanie couldn’t even pay for a room at an inn if she wanted to now. The owner seemed less angry.<br/><br/>Next she went to the man who was sick on the floor. Ross could be ridiculous sometimes. She swore he was asking to get into trouble. She could admit that she liked being kept on her toes by her crewmates. What was being a pirate if you didn’t have a little fun? “I’m terribly sorry for how my friend acted, I’m sure he meant no real harm,” Melanie held out her metal right hand to the man. He was stout with a bulging beer belly and whoever his Marsie was must have incredibly low standard.<br/><br/>The man slapped her arm away and sat up before spitting. “Ye mechanical swine, who do you think ye are?” the girl was taken aback by his increasing hostility. Soon she noticed that many eyes of the pub were on her. Melanie felt stared at, and it was all this man’s fault. Against everything logical screaming at her she knocked the pirate straight in the nose with her metal hand. “A lot more capable than you, it seems,” she spit back at him. It was unlike her to lose her temper like that, but Melanie wasn’t about to take an insult like that. There were other people with prosthetics like hers but this kind of technology scared certain pirates. From time to time you saw a man with a pegleg or metal hook for a hand but a completely constructed arm could be borderline witchcraft to more traditional folks.<br/><br/>She hurried out the door and around down the alley to where the rest of her crew was congregated. She snatched the bottle from Scarlet and glared at Eleanor. She wasn’t angry at her but she needed to let off some steam. “You owe me,” Melanie took a long swig of rum, “A lot, I paid off the guy you took the rum from. He would have been all over our backs. I mean I know we aren’t exactly moral people but I’d rather not have a grudge with every pirate in the seven seas,” Melanie took a breath and one last sip before handing the bottle back to Scarlet.<br/><br/>“Thanks for punching that bastard inside by the way,” the young girl nodded at Ross.