<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">After having satisfactorily (in her own opinion, at least, she hadn't asked anyone else) tied and untied knots a couple of times, Mal's concentration was broken by the sound of raucous laughter from somewhere behind her. She turned her head just in time to see Blake stretched out in the air with a rope at one end and a pirate at the other. She had no idea whether to be embarrassed because they were laughing, be angry because they were laughing, or laugh because it looked pretty stupid. In the end, she decided to let rope be rope, ran over to Blake, dodged under one skinny arm and began pushing him backwards by his shoulders until he finally had (un)steady ground under his feet again.<br/><br/>Gold-Tooth gave them a sour look.<br/><br/>"Yer more trouble than yer worth, that's for fucking sure. Shoulda followed my first instinct and left the bitch..." He stomped away after having grabbed a mop and hurled it like a spear at Mallory, who only barely dodged it. Her stomach was churning again, but it felt more like anger than nausea. <span style="font-style: italic">Bitch?!</span><br/><br/>"Hey!" She howled indignantly at the much bigger, stronger, and overall far more intimidating man.</div></div>