<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/472018719456100362/545318329728893048/ae65ccc835e994bbb2e2b97efd5564c0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lourdes Joie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Royce O'Malley, Sarah Jackson, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preperation<br/><hr/>Lourdes was not particularly religious.  She'd made her prayers in french and latin growing up, of course, but only because if she hadden't she'd have been beaten severely.  She was more fond of Orisha of her homeland that family still worshipped in secret back in Haiti, but she didn't speak to them very much.  It just wasn't her way.<br/><br/>That didn't stop her from putting some stock in the old ways.  She sought out her friends from yesterday, Sarah and Royce.  She'd taken three musketballs and wrapped rope around them so they could be hung from the neck. She found each of them and held up the ball in front of them. "Ogou's Iron."  She said.  "You kiss it before battle and it keeps you safe."  She said adamantly.<br/><br/>She demonstrated, picking the ball as it sat above her breast cleft and brought it up to her brown lips and kissed it.  She spoke some words in Youruba and gave them a sly smile.  With that done, she turned around and and began clambering up to the mast.  Up there, she sat on precariously balanced on the wooden pole and let her leg hang down to keep her balanced.  She'd only have one shot up here before she'd have to make her way down and find some other way to help out, but she fully intended to make it count as she hefted her smooth bore musket and rested it crossed over her bent knee.