<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, on board the Courtesan</span></strong><br/><br/>The time in port had been fine but Fara was happy to be back at sea, where the sense of movement was constant and she could convince herself she was going somewhere even if they were only seeing parts of the world she'd visited before. After walking the deck watched everyone her presants enough to keep people on task she'd returned to near where her captain was. He was gazing through a spyglass his eyes steady on the horizon and Fara turned her gaze in the same direction.<br/><br/>A gift of birth had given her keen sight and she smiled softly, just a mere quark of her lips as she noticed what the captain had been watching. Even if she didn't know him as well as her dear departed friend she had no problem guessing his next move. Her fingertips were pulling through silken hair as she pulled it into a loose bun with a scrap of linen as he bellowed his orders to the crew. She watched as people jumped into action moving quickly eager to comply. Fara could already taste the excitement flavoring the air around them making her fingers itch to wrap around the slender hilt of her beloved blade.<br/><br/>She watched the Portuguese flag lift into the air and pushed away the slight pang of distaste she felt. She was used to the practice of using false flags, Shark had done it all the time. But she'd grown up on stories of pirates that made one tremble in fear and the sneaking nature of raising a false flag seemed to contradict those stories and even now made her a bit sad. She still liked to try to cling to the romance of the stories she'd heard as a child even if the reality fell far short of those expectations.<br/><br/>Fara came to attention as her Captain bayed her to go with the captive Blackbird to hand out rum to the men. Nothing like liquid confidence to get the men in the mood Fara though with her characteristic smirk playing on her lips. The smack to her arse was met with a look of irritation and a roll of her eyes. It was well known she kept to herself and didn't have much use for men. That fact was underlined by her attempts to blend into the crew by wearing men's clothes and binding her chest, her only feminine trait being hair hair that she seemed unwilling to part with. Most would have been met with far more then an irritated look had they done the same thing but the captain was above her in rank and she knew her place well and had no desire to loose it.<br/><br/>Fara worked her way through the men dolling out the rum with a bored look on her sonic face. Most said rude things or made lewd suggestions. It was a part of being a female on a ship that she'd learned to tolerate long ago. Most of the time the young girl didn't notice it anymore. As long as they kept wondering hands to themselves she could care less if they wagged their tongues as she passed.<br/><br/>Fara was a bit surprised when the captive girl Blackbird bumped her hip against Fara's as they passed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the girl studying her in that uncanny way Fara was so well known for, as if she was trying to solve a particularly troublesome riddle. Fara had yet to pass judgement on the girl. She's been surprised when the girl had been brought aboard for she like many had heard tales of her fathers conquests and like many other recognized the tattoo that graced her cheekbone declaring her as his sea raised daughter. She couldn't imagine what the girl was doing aboard their ship but she'd provided Fara with something of interest. Fara watched the girl the way one would a cobra just waiting for her to strike.<br/><br/>The rum was passed out below deck and she went back up eager to get out of the confinement of the lower decks. Even after all these years she'd never gotten used to the confining feeling of being below deck. It might also have something to do with the smell that bugged Fara who was always particular about staying as clean as possible. She went up to the quarter deck and passed out what was left of the rum to receive another smack to her hind quarters. She glared at the Spanish man for a breath of time before moving away from him. That she only glared spoke volumes. She'd never admit attraction to the exotic man but it was there none the less.<br/><br/>Unsettled she moved as far away from him as possible in the small space and looked at the approaching ship. Her pulse jumped as excitement took a hold of her. A brief smile broke through her sonic controlled nature and her fingers gripped the well worn hilt of her prized rapier. The wind pushed back the few loose tendrils of curly hair and she waited with bated breath as the distance between the two ships shrunk with each passing moment.