Mary was seething inwardly, but did as she was told.  She shut her eyes a moment, her face went blank... then they opened, and  in her head was a young fishererman boy, with a touch of bravado that seemed just a little forced.  That should do for a lad out of his element, she decided.  She slungherh prize musket ove her shoulder barrel down, and whith a quick chek to make sure her belaying pin, boot knife, and hanger were secure, she walked up to the one she had heard referred to as thomas Devereaux and said, not quietly, not loudly, "Your pardon, sir.  Are you seeking able hands for a ship?  I and my partner are looking for berths."