<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/><br/>"Bah,' the sanguinary Physicker grunted. "A'least if someone buys ye yer drinks, you've 'ad sommat from 'em in exchange for yer vote. Your way, 'tis just the lad as cuts off the most head as has the power." It was an old argument, and Mags was deadly- dead, even- serious, but she still grinned at the lovely ship owner. On a vessel such as theirs,<em>someone</em>had to be in charge, and Dulaney had no argument with letting it be the woman who footed most of the bills.  Ranks and titles, though, meant less than dung to her, for all that she'd collected a few dozen or so throughout her long life.<br/><br/>With precise motions, she 'borrowed' the Sultana's tea cup and took a sip before returning it to her. ""tis not so much the sunburn Ay mind, rs should worry ye, as my thirst after. Ay'd na' want ta leave Gears wi'out a staff entire." She gave the Chief a sly wink before looking down on the comfortably-nestled catgirl in Scarlett's lap. "And 'tis my duty, young Miss, to report to me employer as to the state of the crew. Which is well-fed, healthy,  an' tasty, by the bye, Scarlett," she added as an afterthought.  " Most especially the Engine crew. Though I suspect a few may be gettin' a bit bored wi' our driftin' about."