<strong>Trafalgar to Gnerdygirl</strong><br/><br/>"I'm starving and I haven't had any water since I got on this shithole of a ship. Where are the rations?"<br/><br/>Tarl at first was frustrated at the girls words, she was straight-forward and to the point, he had half a mind to enter her cell and beat her for it, but instead his anger surprisingly subsided and he complied. Reaching for his belt he pulled a silver flak of rum from a pouch, tied next to his shock baton, he unscrewed the metal cap slowly and placed it in his other hand once it was off, taking his time he sipped from the flask, tasting the sweet nectar within and scowling from the sharp after-taste. Alcohol was, one of the many things, stopping Tarl from ripping apart everything on the ship, his violent episodes had been few in number over the past few weeks, but he would be sure to not let them rule his life any more. Tarl wiped his mouth, still holding the flask in his left hand, and with his right placed a hand on the door lock, opening the girls cell with a beep.<br/><br/>"Well Kari... food rounds aren't for a while, lucky for us though I have already eaten..."<br/><br/>He stood inside her dim cell, taken by the cold draft as soon as a foot hit the ground, he shivered slightly and continued towards her. He looked her up and down, her dirty face, slender neck, pushed up breasts, perfect curves and her legs. The orange lights on his visor turned from orange to blue, the visor was linked to his brain and the lights signalled his feelings, luckily he was neutral. He held out the flask in his hand to the slave Kari, he would seem welcome this time and not skip to beating her up just yet, today he wanted to build up a rush for the slaves rather than jump into action.<br/><br/>"Drink, you'll get warmer... those panties warm?"