<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>Position:</strong>Hungover sailor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 - leaving port<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lourdes, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking to Lourdes<br/><hr/><br/>"Depends on your definition of pleasure, I suppose," Sarah said Lourdes returned. The girl had been fast up the rope, and Sarah had decided she would catch her if she fell down to the deck. Or, you know, step aside and get something to look after her. Climbing ropes and hoisting sails weren't what Sarah had signed up for, and unless someone ordered her directly to do something she wasn't going to volunteer for anything that didn't involve fighting or killing.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we are very different folks it seems," Sarah agreed, continuing on what Lourdes had said before she went up the ropes. "I will piss away any gold I get my hands on anyway," Sarah shrugged. "Fighting is what I'm best at. Fighting and killing."<br/><br/>"How much gold do you need to live like a queen on Haiti?" Sarah enquired. Lourdes was good company, and the whole living like a queen had a certain ring to it. Not something Sarah would enjoy, but definitely something a less bloodthirsty gal would be all over for sure. "I haven't had the pleasure of visiting Haiti yet," Sarah continued. "One of the few islands around here I haven't been on yet." Sarah cracked her neck, the fresh sea air was helping her hangover quite a bit. "Tell you what. A queen needs someone to do her dirty work, maybe I would be interested in such a position. I have a natural talent for doing anything dirty..."<br/><br/>