<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 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarah Jackson, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>question answering<br/><hr/><br/>"Lourdes."  She offered her hand to Sarah.  "A fight is all you're after then?   Seems like this is the right crew for you.  Lots of hard scrabble types here."  She leaned against the ropes holding up the mast.  Her brown hands wrapped around the hem in an effort to hold herself steady as the ship began it's journey out to sea.<br/><br/>"You and I are very different folk', I suppose.  I'm just in it for the gold.  Plan on returning back to Haiti with enough gold to live like a queen."  Lourdes' smile was dazzling.  She had big ambitions and bigger plans.  "It's a pleasure to meet you, 'Sarah but I can call you Sarah.'  Hope you're able to find the fight you're looking for."<br/><br/>One of the crew members cried that someone needed to tie a yard arm down in order to move the ship to full speed.  Lourdes quickly snapped into action and began climbing up the ropes.  She was quick as a whip.  Her rifle had been left on one corner of the ship as she scrambled up the ropes.<br/><br/>Lourdes' fit body carried her all the way to the arm and she quickly set about tying the ropes together to make sure they'd stay.  She was no expert at sailor's knots and it showed.  The rope kept coming loose.  She cursed in the tongue of her family's tribe and tried again.  She got it this time and soon returned to Sarah's side.<br/><br/>She wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve and smiled at her.  "I suppose this isnt going to be a pleasure cruise after all!"