Luna blinked. She was a little bit surprised that she’d managed to get them to stop even for a moment. That was something, at least. They hardly looked like the type to give up on a good brawl for a woman’s sake, let alone an elf. She looked over the ragtag crew, her green eyes curious – as far as she could tell, they were little more than thugs. If it came to it, she could probably handle them – if ‘handle’ meant ‘cast a barrier on the gangplank and run for your life’, anyway.<br/><br/>Come to think of it, one of the men<i>had</i>been yelling about being shorthanded for some sort of expedition.<span style="color: green"><i>I <b>could</b> do that,</i></span>she thought.<span style="color: green"><i>So long as they keep their hands to themselves, anyway.</i></span>She had a brief fantasy of standing on the bow in a pirate hat, her finger directing the crew to some distant island.<br/><br/>The question was whether they would hire her at all if she didn’t tell them that she was a mage. Maker, would they hire her if<i>did</i>tell them? For all she knew, that could be considered bad luck and she’d be thrown overboard.<span style="color: green"><i>At least then you’d get to go for a swim,</i></span>she thought grimly.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“I hadn’t heard of a job,”</span>she admitted. Against her better judgement, she stepped onto the ship proper.<span style="color: green">“But it looks like you could use all the help you can get. If you’ll tell me about it, I’m willing to consider it – if it’ll keep you from tearing at each other’s throats.”</span>She smiled slightly.<span style="color: green">“That is, if you’ll have me.”</span>She gave a small curtsey.<span style="color: green">“I’m Luna, by the way.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>