<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51JuEU6%2B-lL._SX466_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Black<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza, Port Royal<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Arrival<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Permission to come aboard, Captain."</em><br/><br/>Wendel's head swung around on Devon's shoulders, to see who would use such formal protocol on a pirate ship.  Surely he would be the only Royal Navy sailor that had sunk so low.  Surely the woman standing at the gang plank couldn't have served under the royal ensign.  She was a woman and a comely one at that.  There was no one else there but he still couldn't credit it.  No women served in the Royal Navy.  There were stories of girls disguised as boys but he dismissed them as simply sailor's gossip.<br/><br/>Unlike the navy, on this ship, wearing a skirt seemed the norm for a large portion of the crew, no doubt attracted by word that the captain was a woman.  It was bound to cause problems.<br/><br/>With the men outnumbering the women, there would be issues, no matter what the articles spelled out.  The women, unless they welcomed the attention, would make it clear who they wanted chasing them.  Devon intended to do no chasing.  Perhaps the women would seek him out, because he was not trying so desperately to bed them.<br/><br/>Or he might throw his hat into the hunting ring.  He hadn't decided yet.