<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/03/cb/aa/03cbaa0ec73fe5167caab7efc56cb706--pirate-clothes-pirate-outfits.jpg)</div>While They waited for the stew to finish up Myra turned her attention to the kitchen over all. She corralled the animals in one area, using their discarded cages as a wall to keep them together, before she turned her attention to cleaning the floor. Though she did her best to ensure she wasn't in Fishguts' way. She knew she wouldn't be able to do it all in one day, but starting some where helped. After that she got some of the pots and pans done before it was dinner time.<br/><br/>Myra gave a slightly worried look to the drunk man when she heard his words. Was he trying to warn her to get out as soon as she could? Maybe put her in her place? No. She didn't get that feeling from him. With everything he'd said before hand it seemed like a warning even if he was drunk.<strong>"Thank you for the advice chef."</strong>Myra smiled at the drunken man. He seemed a good sort even if he was stuck here.<br/>______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Myra was left a bit speechless at the keelhauling of this Jakes Magpie. If what the captain said before was true they needed all the hands they could get. Why not wait till they had a replacement to kill him? Then again, maybe she and Jing had been replacements. She looked away when they killed him, she wasn't squeamish, but it just wasn't something she wanted in her memories. Thankfully it didn't last long and Myra helped Fishgut hand out dinner before joining Jing with her own bowl of fish soup. However their nice meal was interrupted by none other than Scourge. Myra set her bowl down with a sigh as she gave Jing a look of 'here we go' before turning to deal with Scourge in a... Diplomatic since first. Crossing her arms to cut off his chance to fill his hand with one of her breasts, Myra raised an eyebrow to the man as she spoke.<strong>"I've been here less than a day, a bit soon to be turning tricks. Even for a Calistrian like myself."</strong>Still keeping her arms across her chest, Myra reached her hand up to take a hold of her chin and ensured her pinky finger traced her bottom lip.<strong>"I'm afraid as of right now I must decline."</strong>She tried to say respectfully.