Maiden's honey'd eyes sparkled with interest, it was always a treasure to hear more stories of others. Well of decent and worthy pirates. "Aye Penn, ye won't find me squawking like some useless bird to this lot" she said her head looking up at the where the men's feet pounded into the boards above there heads. "And as for Atlantis I need all I can get if ye plan on keep'n de men  breathen" she said with a smirk. Her job as the ship doctor was to keep the ship's men alive. Well most.<br/><br/>Maiden's hand glided over the old and stained paper that had years of ink on it. Her mind wandering a bit, her old life filtering in. But with her sobering thoughts her hand reached for the vodka bottle that sat on edge of the medical journals. Her hand grasping the glass bottle around the neck gently she took a swig of the clear vodka. With a light clank it was on table in its same spot.