<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">Pirate legends?</span><br/><br/>Mallory puffed out her chest and shot a look at Blake. That sure was them. That was what they were here for! What a golden opportunity. She confidently took a step forward. The only thing she feared was nothing - she was perfect for this job, and with Blake at her side, they could not fail. Her only regret was that the captain had asked for three people. Cultivating another person like she had done with Blake, to underling perfection, would be a task indeed. On the other hand, it could mean the beginning of a potential crew of her own.<br/><br/>She looked around, sneering at Shitsack. She knew he didn't have it in him. <span style="font-style: italic">Or he used to, at least,</span> she thought with a malicious grin as she poked out her tongue at him. He looked regretful and scared - and so did Dingus and Gill, she noted. They, too, had taken two safe steps backwards. That meant...<br/><br/>The lanky, black-haired girl had not moved at all. She stared sullenly at a gull gliding past, but as three of the boys had moved backwards, that meant that the three volunteers were now Blake, Mal, and a wererat. Mallory couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her spine in that moment. Maybe starting her own crew would have to wait a bit. She turned back to look at the captain who looked rather pleased.<br/><br/>That didn't make her feel very good at all.</div></div>