After a few more caresses, Yasha finally steps back. "Of course they've told me that," the squirrel chipperly replies. "It's a hanging offense for a pirate to lie to their captain, though usually the hanging refers to 'hanging in a big bulge in front of my torso for a day or so,' after which the punishment's done." Sniffing, she listens to the continued enthusiastic description of what she looked like all pressed into a taut stomach. The experience was recent enough to draw forth the usual confused melange of fear and arousal that had been in Yasha's mind as she simmered in the belly before leaving, but the public face she wore wouldn't allow her to concede much to either of those emotions. "And of course I got out! She was," Yasha says with a slight sneer, "an amateur, and had no idea how to hold anyone down that knew how to fight back. I've been in worse positions. Since that's so..." she grins, "I can't be made at you enjoying the show as I got myself turned around into the right position to get out on my own."<br/><br/>Measuring Arcea with another rough pat to the belly, she adds, "You sure you were going to drag me out? Only I know in the circumstances more than a few of my crew would have taken the chance to eat me guilt-free. Hard to get out of two stomachs at once, and if you've got the room to stretch around an already full meal," Yasha shrugs as she watches the coon that was in that position instead of her without any real pity. You came at someone with evil intent, or just larcenous intent, often times you got some money and a meal out of it but by the same token you risked being a meal. Just how the world worked. She did like watching, of course. She wasn't sure if she enjoyed watching a scaled stomach shrink or a furred one more- both were fun in their own ways. Scales were easier to clean off if you had any other fun while they were full, of course, and from the sound of it something up that corner was in Arcea's mind. With a snort, Yasha adds, "You call that full? Hah. Lemme tell you, I'm just as small as the marten, but I don't pick on people my own size. Come see me when I've got someone the size of that scales-for-brains officer of mine in my belly, I'll show you full. Even let you give me a return bellyrub," she finishes generously. With a quick, friendly peck on the cheek, Yasha spins away, lightly batting both Arcea and Celrie in the face with her fluffy tail before starting to leave. "You two have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't enjoy," she calls behind her, heading to her own cabin.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>When she got back to her cabin, there wasn't much on her mind. Her 'subordinate' had made himself scarce to digest his purloined meals in comfortable isolation and to avoid Yasha's wrath. He knew from experience that by morning if not confronted with the bulge and if he was properly apologetic, the pirate captain wouldn't punish him much if at all. Had he shown up tonight and had the temerity to suggest one of their occasional distractions, he might have been fed his own tender bits, which would complicate any future pleasantries. That, however, meant that the squirrel was sleeping alone- never the ideal way to spend a night, but one she routinely had to do while at sea to maintain discipline. Nothing was more corrosive to the chain of command than the captain sleeping with someone. For Yasha, coming ashore mostly meant getting to indulge herself, and now that she was permanently ashore her midn was slow to adapt to the idea that not every night needed to be a pleasure-filled bacchanalia. She slept pretty well, though, not troubled by any dreams of having a stomach wrapped around her, slowly squeezing her over the course of days into a thick sludge... at least, no dreams she remembered on waking up.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>In the morning, she made sure her tail grooming job had held up through the night and that the rest of her was presentable, no knots in her fur or anything like that. Given how much she'd had to bathe the day before, doing it again this morning after no real effort seemed to be guilding the lily. As such, she's ready early in the morning; wearing jaunty clothes whose only armor value was in the fact that they were made of stout leather, she opens her door and heads out behind Arcea without a word of complaint. Heck, she got to sleep until sunrise. That was luxury. Noting the changes in Arcea's body, Yasha nods but keeps her comments to herself. She looked good with the extra padding, though if Arcea didn't get a fair bit of exercise in the next few days some of that was going to go to fat. Which, there was a place for that, but not while they might still be fighting for their lives.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Not surprising that it's here. Not surprising you haven't heard, either. We're a long, long way from anywhere," Yasha says, "And how many people if they go to someplace closer to civilization are going to want to spend a lot of time talking about a village like this when they could be having fun? You may have met a few people from out this way who just never talked much about where they came from." Coming up behind Arcea, the squirrel ambles on through the conversation. "Seems a bit odd to me, though. No two pirate ships are the same, because each one's practically an extension of her captain. Why should I have to have my cannons in the same place as the next captain, when I probably sail differently, come up on my prey from a different angle, have a different crew with their own quirks..." she trails off. "You see? Standardization would drive me nuts. But then, I've always preferred merchants to soldiers when it comes to a target- or a meal." The squirrel grins, showing her teeth. "I'm happy to see there's an inn, though," she nods to the one modern-ish building. "Because where there's an inn, there's drinks to be had. And right now, I could use a pick-me-up after that train ride. My lizard's still hiding from me, too, so..." she shrugs. "He'll turn up eventually. You two up to see- or taste- the sights before we start having to do boring things like building?"