Jacee couldn't take it anymore-- hard as she tried, her laughter bubbled over and out through her hands which were pushed over her mouth. This. Was. Rich. Finally her chuckles died down, "I apologize for my supposed disrespect, but at the same time, do you really expect me to believe that? I mean, seriously, this isn't my first trip. I know an ultimatum when I hear one, and in case I wasn't clear, I'm not interested. Furthermore, when did I ever say I was in a predicament? I told you up front that I would have no trouble making the repairs to my ship, even without your so-called assistance."<br/><br/>She smirked at him, "Are there more navvies? Hadn't noticed. Well, you'd be better off with someone else anyway, that much I can guarantee. My offer of a trial run was one you should definitely turn down, as it's not for sure when or if you'll make it back. Good luck and all that.. Oh, and if it really bothers you, here," She tossed a few coins on the table, "For the drink and then some. Now bugger off, mate," Her voice turned icy for that last sentence and she stood, then flashed him an alarmingly bright and sweet smile, "Ciao," She ruffled his hair, just to irritate him further, then gave a cheerful wave as she exited the tavern.<br/><br/>Once she was out though, Jacee was worse than fuming.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What kind of colossal IDIOT does that guy take me for? Oh sure, I have boobs or whatever so I must be entirely empty headed?! Bullocks. I thought I'd ditched this kind of nonsense when I left the estate... I suppose men will be men no matter where you go.</span><br/><br/>She paused in her internal ranting, pretending to read the faded street signs, "This is troubling, though."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I'm highly certain that man would have tried to shanghai me... And I'm not so sure I'm clear just yet... How did he even know about me, it's not like I'm all that.... The dockmaster. That bloody freaking moron.</span><br/><br/>"Oi. You."<br/>The dockmaster turned around and paled at her irate expression, "Y-yes, Miss?"<br/>"Who the<span style="font-style: italic">bloody hell</span>told some slimy creep where to find me? And what I looked like? Hmm?"<br/>"W-well, I... You see, he seemed curious-"<br/>"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GIVE PERSONAL INFORMATION OUT TO OTHER CAPTAINS. What if he'd been some pirate out for blood, or worse, to shanghai me, which I'm not sure didn't just happen. Your job, dockmaster is to ensure the safety of the crafts docked at your port, the people on them-- which would include me, ye dimwitted git-- and the town itself. Next time, keep yer big mouth shut!"<br/><br/>Having said her piece, she stormed up the ramp to Hell's Gate and into the engine room, where she began placing the replacement sheet metal. Sure, she should probably be overhauling the entire thing, but that guy from the tavern rubbed her entirely the wrong way. Jacee was just going to do a quick patch job, then get the bloody hell out of here. She'd had enough of this to last a lifetime.<br/><br/>"It's times like this when I almost wish I'd never run from home."