Maiden focused on her task the calming sound of birds an the distant sea below her, the smell of the salty air around her an the less irony smell of blood. But the thud of boots brought her from her cleaning.  It was the man from earlier the one that threatened her life if she killed that baboon Rotter. There eyes caught his dark as any sea bottom, hers honey an light. Her face showing no sign of her inner thoughts of the damnable situation she had literally landed into.<br/><br/>But this dark man, who Rotter had called Yagos dropped to his knees before her. An action that she neither expected or was  unaffected by. A puzzled an questioning look covered her face but quickly she corrected her mistake. An the words that flowed from his lips made a glare appear in her honey eyes darkening them. But instead of a frown at his words<span style="font-style: italic">"If you weren't singing that particular song with such a beautiful voice I would have cut your hands off for cleaning my painting... but I guess Captain wouldn't like seeing his ship like that either..."</span>.<span style="font-style: italic">"Hmph... arrogant man"</span>she thought but not with disdain or hate but with understanding an something she couldn't quite put her finger on.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ha...finger I made a funny"</span>she thought to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">"huh weird that is not like me?"</span>she thought, what did this boat do to people? But quickly pushing the thought from her mind she looked down at the man on his knee's. "Well it seems the blood thirsty Pirate has some good taste, besides you need these hands" she said looking down at him with an impish grin. An went to work cleaning his<span style="font-style: italic">'Painting'</span>.<br/><br/>For three days she went through her days cleaning an bandaging Rotter checking his wounds he still slept soundly in his bed, mostly. She would return an find him in some odd part of his room sleeping soundly. making her return the sleeping fool to his bed so she could look over his wounds. They were healing nicely with no signs of infection but still he slept. Something she needed to fix, or did she? The thought had floated in her mind. But still nothing carved in stone, the past three days had not been awful, could she give up her life on the Pervy Freedom an stay here? Would she be accepted as part of the crew? What would Jacoda think? "decisions decisions..." she said over Rotters sleeping body.<br/><br/>Her attention was then turned to the ever faithful Yagos, a dark man with odd taste. But I pirate none the less. "He still sleeps Yagos, but I would accompany you to shore I need supplies an more equipment to tend to his wounds" she said raising from from her crouched stance an stepping closer to Yagos. Knowing he would find it unusual she closed the distance waiting for him to move. Her frame a mere brush from his, but her expression was of a everyday action. "So shall we leave then?" she said with her impish grin. This ship was making her act different, talk different, but for sure not herself.