<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, saving the day... again.</strong><br/><br/><em>Sigh. Men...</em><br/><br/>I watched the whole conversation unfold while lounging in the ropes of the sails, arms behind my head and legs crossed. The poor missy was in trouble no doubt about that, but on the other hand, with the men now busy, the whining about the food would be less severe. Not that I cared but compliments were scarce on this here vessel and there were times that I wanted to just punch the fools that complained in the face or stab them in the throat.<br/><br/>Anyway, food was of later concern. The lasses were in trouble and I revelled in it. The maid looked scared enough but the preppy lass didn't look nearly as frightened as she should be. Not that I would be scared by the ragtaggedy crew of nobody's standing around her. The captain looked like Jesus and Ramon like a God. Yes they were both pretty.. too pretty to be pirate leaders. Same goes for Blackbird. Smoking hot but dangerous as a Kraken on her period.<br/><br/>I took a drink of my rum, still lounging as I saw the lady somehow release herself from the grip of the men holding her. In a split second I took my rapier, held it the wrong way and landed the handle of the blade smack dead in the middle of her nose. It didn't break but it was enough to knock her down. I jumped up from the ropes, onto her and wrestled her hands behind her back. I sat over her back and her bum, (a mighty pretty one) and with her arms behind her back I bent her upwards so she was facing the crew.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes the oaf's a fool but when you hurt somebody you apologize. Except when you're a pirate,"</strong>I said while bending her a bit further so she would feel the strain of muscles bending the wrong way.<br/><strong>"Which you are not."</strong>