<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Mallory's hands stopped mid-gesture, stuck in a signal that looked half like a dying shark with a hat and half like an open-mouthed bird. Sharkman Frank gave her a look that made her think he knew <span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span> what she had been up to. Her hands fell to her sides as Frank proceeded to dirty Blake's already beyond disgusting shirt.<br/><br/>"That's such a clever idea, Blake!" Said the were-rat girl, gliding past Mallory without sparing her a glance. Sharkman Frank rubbed blood around in his beard, half of which seemed to have fallen out at some point and then stuck back on somehow. The black-haired girl stood beside Blake and shot him and Sharkman Frank a winning smile with surprisingly nice teeth. "I think the captain would be very happy to meet you! He might promote you to first mate, Blake," she continued, taking Blake's hand.<br/><br/>If Mallory's glares could kill, the girl and all her future reincarnations would have perished right then and there. Could Blake not see what a lying bitch she was?<br/><br/>"Sure he would," Mallory said, trying to curb the sarcasm, but clearly not fooling the other girl, who, infuriatingly, smiled even wider.<br/><br/>"Captain Cousteau rewards people who contribute. People who just hang around in the brig and stink and give insignificant orders - not so much."<br/><br/>"Big words coming from someone who does just that!" Mallory spat, ignoring that she didn't actually recognize a few of them. Sharkman Frank chuckled.<br/><br/>"Laaaadies. Ladies. Plenty of time to fight over Frank!" He puffed out his chest. The two girls exchanged a for once not murderous look. "For now, Frank is mighty curious to meet this cap'n Coo! You lead the way, lad, arr! To gold and dubloons!" And without waiting for anyone, not even Blake, Sharkman Frank hop-skipped towards another fake cave wall and disappeared right behind it.<br/><br/>Mallory didn't waste time. She lunged at the were-rat girl with a snarl of several hours of petty grievances, tackled her to the floor, grabbed Blake's hand and ran after the old pirate as fast as her skinny legs could carry her.</div></div>