Yuki-yuki landed heavily, immediately rolling over and rubbing her sore backside while uttering a string of curses that would make most sailors blush with shameful admiration.  Then, apparently having gotten the first burst of exasperated anger off her ample chest, she spat an order:<br/><br/>"Tsunami's Twat, Mister Gibbons!  What in the name of the Tree-bitch's strap-on do you think you're doing?"<br/><br/>Sitting up, she opened her eyes and looked around.<br/><br/>"Oh.  This is not my bridge."<br/><br/>Blinking, she regarded the other two women.<br/><br/>"This is also not my brig.  You can tell by the utter lack of whips, chains, a-frames, and toys," she added conversationally.  "And since this is not<em>Tiger Lily</em>, I must admit to feeling a little curious.  Would either of you two playful kittens like to tell me where we are?"<br/><br/>Her grin, mischief personified, did little to detract from her frank and appraising visual examination of both the others.<br/><br/>(They, of course, got an eyeful of a tall, tanned beauty of ample curves who wore a rather piratical costume: swashbuckler's shirt, captain's frock coat, skintight breeches, and sea boots...not to mention cat ears and a tail.)