<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, stumbled upon the soon to be Damsel in a lot of distress.</strong><br/><br/>Oh glory. Of all the fine scum I could come across I stumbled on an upper class young woman. To make matters worse, she was English most likely. I watched the two women and enjoyed the shock on their faces. Before I could say anything though, the hag decided she was in a position to speak. Amused by her tone and her words I leaned against the wall and just smiled at her.<br/><br/><strong>"Yer a wee bit o'home young missy. It be wise to think o'yer words before spewing them."</strong><br/><br/>I swung my daggers around and put them away in their sheaths. By now both of the young women should have noticed my accent.<br/><br/><strong>"Now ye see me fair lasses, I would let ye pass, no problems but ask yerself this question first. What would you do once ye get yer pretty faces outside on the deck? Some of me friends ain't seen a lass in months, let alone a fair one like yerselfs. Imagine the horrors they'd do to you before handing yer over to ol' captain Be.. Griffiths." </strong><br/><br/>To mock them even more I stepped aside and made an elegant bow.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, if ye can accept that fate of rape and torture, by all means, pass."</strong>