<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong><em>Mercy</em><br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Sensible Adventuring Clothes<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Adventure<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacqueline's lips sneered and a distinctly aristocratic scoff emerged from them, her eyes as hard as steel though her words dripped with the lace of a refined upbringing. "Insincere cow. In the same breath that you threaten to throw your crew at me in waves you say you care about them?" She shook her head. "We will add compassion to the list of virtues you know<em>nothing</em>of then."<br/><br/>It might seem a strange thing, that a woman so well born was so willing, one might almost think eager, to be assailed at every side by ravenous buccaneers, but there were two things that relished the chance to die heroically, the first was any de Fronsac when faced with the alternative of doing something at the behest of a commoner, and the second was a woman whose only hope for a bearable existence had been to sow so many Sapphic oats that her upcoming marriage would be bearable. Having been denied that opportunity by a storm, dying with a sword in her hand far from home seemed a much more pleasant way to enter into eternity.<br/><br/>Her eyes only left the captain to flash to Aloisa as her scoff turned into a snarl. "If you wish to avoid bloodshed do not even once think of taking my sword. The only way you will have it is point first."<br/><br/>She helped Danae to her feet with her free hand and backed towards the gangplank, fully intent on retreating down it and having nothing else to do with this unacceptable situation.