<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, aboard the Coutesan</span></strong><br/><br/>Fara wore a smirk on her lips as she watched the two stripped of their clothing and bound to the main staff she followed the group from a bit of a distance keeping an eye on things as was her job while the captain was busy. Normally the job was a bit tedious the man proving more a bit tiresome to Fara at times though now she didn't complain, there was something very fun about watching someone else struggle uselessly knowing she would not be in such a position.<br/><br/>When the insolent little bitch spat on the cook Fara's amused smirk turned rather annoyed. Had she known Fara at all she might have had reason to fear the young girls irritated look but as of yet she did not though she would soon. Her smile was cruel as Ramón called for the Captain's daughter and she watched the crew man scurry off to get it. She intercepted the man before he could hand it off and played her fingertips lovingly through the supple leather that would soon be cutting into the girls pampered flash.<br/><br/>Fara closed the few feet between herself and Ramón and held out the whip her eyes hard as she looked at the troublesome uppity wench bound to the mass. "Make sure she learns her place well." She said her voice hard as her gaze flicked to Ramón for a moment before she stepped away shouting orders to the crew to get moving, the unsaid but implied threat of her voice moving many of them along at a fast pace then normal as they moved along back to their jobs to get the ship ready to move. With that she stepped back and leaned against the rail her gaze flitting between that of the ever distant horizon and the activity around the main mast.