Veronica Voxx, Medic, Mage, Merchant (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lcXp656HiRiqDG-2jiqEJ2xnL20u1dMHYUbBNEWdSyc/edit)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l177/VeronicaVoxx/afca5f514fd69721f89ce107b30c38a8_zps67d14620.png)</div>As the buxom, scarcely dressed mage stood with the others Veronica's words just before the crash echoed through her head<em>"Oh you yellow bellied visitor picaroons show a leg! You there, stop screaming and running around like I caught ye in yer knickers with the captain's mum! I have this situation well in hand! Hurry and belay amidship and dump the ballast! If ye have time to be watering the roses then lads you have time to be fetching me water I can use! Given the amount we be taking on since the scuppers burst it shouldn't be that hard, come, step lively! We have a fire to quench wounds that be needing closing!"</em>For all her boundless confidence, time at sea. and magic the Rebecca was doomed. No matter what she did.<br/><br/>The fact that her first voyage not with the Naughty Tentacle was such a disaster was a massive blow to her ego and the loss of her cargo left her smoldering with anger. Not just because of the scuttling, but because the ships first mate jumping into a dandy off the broadsides at the first sign of trouble with all her goods that weren't lost when the hull smashed like a cackle fruit.<br/><br/>Still for visitor landlubbers they did...adequate. The Captain especially. Before this voyage Veronica didn't often think well of visitors. Some in her eyes just never seemed to adjust to caribdun fully, even the captain didn't seem to quite the way of waters here, but she never would have been able to rally the others to keep the fires under control without him It was good to such a strapping man had such a good head on his shoulders not just in his trousers.<br/><br/>It had been such a quiet voyage too.  The crew was mostly healthy and surprisingly not even one with a sailors itch so her time aboard was spent plying her magic as needed and examining the crew...intimately.  Eventually the notches above her bedroll counted almost the entire crew aside  from the Captain to treacherous firstmate, everyone some four or five at a time. The only conquests she yet to make was her bunkmates in the women's section.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she wasn't interested, the time getting to know thembelow decks was quite wonderful and she grown rather fond of them all. They were an amusing lot even the visitor girl. Still it confused the affectionate mage. Only the Atani made a move on her. She wasn't quite used to others not hopping her into bedspread eagerly and often. Well aside from the the lovely little Atani. Who aside from thier tender exchanges frequently snuggled up and rested between her mountainous bosom. Her small frame fitting between her cleavage with room to spare. It was a surprising comfort during the her first voyage away from the only home she ever knew.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Snapping out of her recollections that had at some point turned into absentmindedly pleasuring herself the top heavy mage looked around the jungle from her seated position, even her endless confidence wavered for the briefest glimmer of a second. If it wasn't spent cracking Jenny's teacup it was going pub to pub or negotiating deals. It was about the land she could tolerate. Still it was an opportunity to start carving her legend into the heart of the world forever. Perhaps there will be booty to be had and isolated villager lads to rape and plunder.