<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/02/85/c8/0285c851c21a8d6382e748884b2b0bd5--pirate-art-pirate-queen.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Jackson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Boarding the ship<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Boarding the ship in a foul mood - approach with caution<br/><hr/><br/>Sarah Jackson was in a foul mood. Her head felt like it was about to split open, and the remnants of last nights cheap rum were oozing from her every orifice. Safe to say Sarah had had better mornings as she made her way towards the<em>Esperanza</em>. Over her shoulder she had her shipping sack with all of her earthly belongings. Her weapons, daggers and a sword made for cutting people up in tiny bits, were, as usual, ready to be used as they were hanging along the side of hips. Or, as in the case of the daggers, hidden. Sarah felt naked without her weapons, you never knew when something would kick off. Or, more likely, when Sarah would kick something off.<br/><br/>"Will I get the chance to fight?"<br/><br/>That was the only question Sarah had asked Liam when he had come to recruit a new crew for the<em>Esperanza</em>. When Liam had asked what kind of position she was interested in Sarah had only stared into the bottle of cheap rum.<br/><br/>"I don't care."<br/><br/>"Just want to fight, eh?" Liam had looked at her, waiting for an answer which never came. "I'll write you down as a sailor," he had said in the end. "We'll leave port in two days. Be there."<br/><br/>Now Sarah was here, at the port, watching the<em>Esperanza</em>. She was a beauty, but Sarah shot the name of a dirty look. Sounded like what a Spanish captain would call his ship in the Spanish Armada. As the hot Caribbean sun burned her back Sarah boarded the ship, looking around with a grouchy look on her face. It would have been a lie claiming the ship was swarming with people, but the ones there looked like... Sarah shrugged, silently cursing herself for getting so drunk last night. Hopefully, the crew wouldn't get her killed. Although, Sarah was more worried they would get in her way or stop her from fighting.<br/><br/>Feeling the effect of the hot sun more and more Sarah found a spot in the shade, sitting down with her back to the railing where she intended to stay until someone told her to do something. Depending on who asked her Sarah would either follow orders or poke the rude person interrupting her rest gently with her sword until she was left alone.<br/>