Maiden shook her head softly at Penn's word's as he attempted to tease her for her interest. Her hand free of the Vodka bottle she motioned for him to continue his epic tale, she watched him eye it with purpose. And just as quick take a swig of the clear spirits, she had heard the quarter master had an eye for spirits. She now saw it first hand.<br/><br/>Maiden watched as Penn made himself comfortable in the wooden chair across from her. The reverence the men had for him, she was unaware of all his doings. He wasn't old in the sense of the world, but she could see a trained eye when she saw one. As she sat through his tale, it was hard to imagine such a monstrous beast beneath the ocean waves. But like any Mistress the Ocean was dangerous as she was beautiful, it seemed she had claws of her own. And it seemed to gather around the Lost city<span style="font-style: italic">Atlantis</span>. Maiden looked over the prosthetic it wasn't overly large, he was luckily he only lost that. But she choose to keep such things to herself.<br/><br/>But as he finished his tale his hand grasping her spirits again with his new cheery tone "Tis' it, sounds a fitting'ly fast way te meet wit' Davy Jones" she said eyeing him for a moment. "But tis only a matter of time til we all meet dat fate" she said gingerly touching the pages. Her soft expression vanishing to her usual mask of indifference glanced at the now dried blood on her wooden floor. "Tis' time to be rid of dis rat, before he brings down de plague on us all" she said standing from her wooden chair. Her honey eyes no longer soft in color but dark as she thought of how to rid herself of the large rat. "Penn could yer men dispose of dis?" she asked her leather boot digging into the corpse's flesh.