<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charolette<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Tough decision<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eloise, Emma, Margaret Hotspur<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa pulled Eloise along with her, hardly paying attention to the wrecked saloon as she ushered the others through, a great flinch at the sound of musket fire causing her to draw the daggers from her waist in a quick smooth movement and keep them ready, unbidden memories of her grandfathers stories of the things he had fought while at sea slithering darkly into her head.<br/><br/>She looked to the boat and then to Eloise, daggers quickly sheathed as she moved the girl over, "Get aboard, help with the wounded." She helped the Mlle. and ignored any protests and grqbbed a length of debris to help hold the boat steady and shove it off as soon as the others were aboard, a slow tired sigh as she tossed it aside and let her shoulders sink, fingers absently finding their way into her hair, curling and coiling into it...