<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Mercy, Deck<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Still questioning<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Baykur, Jacqueline, Colleen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Danae ate and drank gladly.  The repast set before her was superior to the rations to which she had become accustomed while on campaign in Mordent, and she was swift t assure Colleen that she relished it.  She sat on her haunches by the fire, feeling the sea-spray dry off her skin, and watched the wood and embers crackle and the pot simmer and sputter.  Nothing much made sense.  Colleen was a vision of another world transplanted on this ship of rogues and corsairs.<br/><br/>"Tell me," she addressed the Captain's girl, "where was your home on dry land?"<br/><br/>She parsed Baykur for a reaction.  If the Captain was a possessive woman, she might take umbrage at one addressing her girl in such a forward fashion.  There was no doubt in Danae's mind that Colleen was far from innocent.  Baykur was a seasoned sailor, a woman of the world with experience of whores in a dozen ports.  Colleen must have been a veritable repository of sensual expertise, all skillfully hidden under an apparently self-possessed, understated demeanour.<br/><br/>Still, her curiosity was now tempered by a mounting sense of unease.  There were too many loose threads for her methodical mind to take comfort.  Turning to Baykur, she asked, "Why is the nature of Dr Heinfroth's study?  What would a physician do in a far-flung island, far from civilsation -" she paused, and contemplated Baykur once more, defiant, "I mean no offence, Captain, but by your own admission this is a ship crewed by rough mariners.  I wonder what would bring a woman of science to these climes."<br/><br/>She stirred her porridge, and eyed Jacqueline, hoping for some indication of her own sense of the situation.