Days had gone by since those starting wordd with sir cap'tain truly. The sky was darkening by clouds, and not sun. It had been sunny about five hours ago. She heaved a sigh chewing a piece of tanned straw that had fallen off her now tilted hat. Strikingly enough she woulda expected sal to take up reigns on handling the men. Nope, that was up to her even though the cap'tain was still overly capable he seemed busy with some odd business of his.<br/><br/>The gun on her back stayed there attached like a sort of back pack. Typically, the sun would be glaring down on her slightly smeared tan body. However, A cloudy day like this was an ill omen. Other pirate ships probably have a strict no omen rule but for her, being raised in the family she was, an omen always meant some sort of disaster. Her left eye caught a man fooling around with the mast, disheveled brown hair, and dark brown eyes, with broad hands. This man was most likely one of there freaking lifters.<br/><br/>Her feet tapped back onto deck, and like a true you don't mess with this girl way stomped right up to the man. She gripped the nearly black ( use to be white collar) and forced a rather tougher ,taller looking  man, up onto his feet. " WHAT IN tHE DARK DEPTHS OF THE BLaCK SeA ARE Ya DOING?" One tan hand arched to the mid of her thigh while the other gripped the tip of her gun.<br/><br/>" Miss, Rina, I....I... was ...just helping poor buckskinth.." The man stuttered looking as if he would rather jump off the hang man's ledge of the ship before letting her take a form of action. Men are such cowards sometimes, other times they could astound her with either stupidity or intellegence.<br/><br/>" Well, Sir, If you are not Buckskinth, than why da heck are ya doing his darn job? Answer me first with your name, and second," It took a second for her to speack since her dry throat decided ton spit the straw out of her mouth. " Where you should be." Narrowing her eyes menacingly. She could be kind but this was a little fun, being firm and all.<br/><br/><br/>" Curry rocket at your service." It was hard not to laugh but all she could imagine is the other men named him that after eating curry and having diahrrea. Maybe being too tough on him was a bad idea. A slight smile crossed her face.<br/><br/>" Well , then Curry Rocket, as I see your reason here is only defending your honorable name, why not go clean the toilets , and then the bunkers, after that get back to being a lifter, or else dis gun might meet a leg." The last part was only a joke but still. The man scuttled away as if embarresed for being caught. After handling that interesting man, she turned toyell, " Storm coming, all hands who are supposed to be on deck get the heck up here!" Then went back to wandering the deck.<br/><br/>It was at this time her keen eyes caught the sight of a man trying to aboard the ship by rail. Such a task, really where was the captain for this? Or rather Sal to shake some havoc but no it was left to her. The man stood proudly on the railing of the ship in nothing but a pair of cloth trousers, two daggers hanging from either hip, and his shaggy blonde hair lazily not moving in the wind. Slightly tanned and athletically muscled promptly  falling  off the rail and face first onto the deck. The scene really wanted to make her chuck but first she would wait for him to take some form of action.<br/><br/><br/>After the man claimed to be captain, and then procceded to direct the men she decided to take action. Her slim tan hand gripped the gun on her back pulling it out of its case, and pointing it straight to the sky letting out three gun shots. " NIMWITS, DO yOU NOT SEE THAT THIS MAN IS NOT YOUR CA'pTAIN, OR have YOU LOT FORGOTTEN THAT." Why her? Really, she wasn't even second in command.<br/><br/>She had forgotton about the silly boatswain or boastswain , the name surpassed her as he spoke about a silly mutany. The ridiculousness of it went beyong her mind. However, he hadn't just crawled out of his whole for nothing nor would he know much about the captain himself. The only soul on the boat worth making a contract with but has not quite gotten tom's aggreement. Her eyes looked at Giligan as if he would do better thinking about his own self rather than the new man, and his horned whale thing.<br/><br/>The crowd scattered like vermon who were scolded which was how it was. Then she made her way towards the seemingly obsesive drunk man or so she precieved, and pointed the barrel of the gun at his ear. No need to lose a limb maybe an ear if nessesary but she hoped it did not come to that. " Now, obviously you aboarded this ship somehow, secondedly , this ships cap'tain is Tom Leumas and I have no intention of a man like you taking that spot. However, it would be a dear loss for a handsome man like you to decline helping this ship find the pearl? You may not be cap'tain but a spot on da ship for free with all the alcohol you need is always here."<br/><br/>" Oh, and Giligan it might be wise not to confuse the men, yes you are a boatswain or whatever, but as far as I'm concerned you are a pirate, and a rank holds no merit." She smiled still holding her gun that pointed at ned's ear.