The quarters of the Queen were decorated in her spoils of war. Finely crafted swords, muskets, daggers, horns, fangs, trinkets, etc. Items that had caught her fancy, or had been crucial in her victory. There were even an odd fur or two from some of the more land based adventures. It was her whole life as a pirate Queen on display for her crew to see, admire and of course not touch. There had only been a few poor souls dumb enough to even think about touching her personal collection. They became the various bone cups, forks and knives that she would set out when she wished to â€œconvinceâ€ a guest why it was in their best interest to side with her.<br/><br/>Cruel? Sick? Perhaps. Those had all been words one of another had spat at her in anger, though they had usually done so while strung up and awaiting whatever death they decided to visit upon them. It never really mattered at that point. Long as her crew was safe, then to her it was worth getting her hands dirty.<br/><br/>So, these thoughts ran through her mind as she leaned against the large ornately carved mahogany desk that made up the business section of her quarters. The note held in her hand, the words amusing in the sense that the asshat even dared to make such a claim. Yet, threatening as she knew he was just the crazy sack of shit to try and steal from her.<br/><br/>â€œYou are apparently going to be taken from the ship,â€ she said as she held up the note though did not hand it over. Instead she merely folded up the paper and stuck it down the front of her blouse. It was a habit of her's to stick items down there, that way she never lost them. The note would remain there, basically lost within her mounds of flesh, until she undressed later in the evening.<br/><br/>â€œRotten, that crazy bastard, seems to think that he can waltz onto my ship and take you. Sending that damn bird, with his â€œgiftsâ€ along with this note to boldly claim as such,â€ Efer shrugged as she reached over to the decanter of brandy that was on her desk, and poured them each some into the two glasses that sat with the bottle. One was offered to the Maiden, while the other she knocked back with a single gulp.  â€œI am not too concerned, but in the mean time I am going to assign some of the men to watch your back. Given your medical skills you are by far the most valuable person on this ship besides myself. So, I need you safe and in one peace,â€ she grinned and was in the process of pouring herself another drink when a shout from deck had her slamming her glass down and unsheathing her sword.<br/><br/>â€œCan those assholes not behave themselves for more than five minutes,â€ she growled as she threw open her door and stalked to the deck.