<div class="floatleft">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Royce-Closeup.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Royce O'Malley<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza, Main Deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lourdes, Sarah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making<del>friends</del><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300620.msg14741049#msg14741049">Quote from: evilnerf on 08-03-2019, 05:09:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She quickly withdrew her finger though and bit down on her lip to maintain her fuming.  Her arms crossed in front of her and she turned to stood proud and defiant.  "I was told this was a Freewoman's ship.  If it is not, then I'll just have to have a kind word with the captain."  The way her voice curved like a saber tip implied that the word wouldn't be so kind after all. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Royces smile disappeared as Lourdes jabbed a finger into her chest, and her expression grew more stoney.  "Have a history with Masters do you?" she said evenly.  "Best you remember that many ships officers are called Masters, as part of their position.  That swab what was manning the wheel?  He's know as the Sailing Master.  The Captain?  She could be referred to as the Ships Master.  If you are going to be getting your hackles up over every mention of Master, then you may not find this voyage enjoyable.  Let it go, girl.  You're a free woman on a free ship.  Whatever past you have, it cannae reach you out here.  And if it does, you have folks who will come to your aid.  I suspect Sarah would most enthusiastically."<br/><br/>Royce put a hand on her hip.  "Are we good?"