The captain drains her drink and smiles. "Finish up sharpish, we move at first light, whether you're on board or not." She stands, exiting with an air of complete nonchalance. As she slips through the town she feels a tug at her belt, in one move she turns and grabs an unfortunate pickpocket's wrist, twisting it painfully behind his back. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, sweetie..." She kisses his cheek and snaps his wrist casually before stepping towards the docks. She slips up the gangplank and into her cabin, locking the door behind her with a smirk "Well now, my lovelies... alone at last...."