Matrice "Mattie" Woods (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LkbwDqrWPPo76gruB3Km7FpOnz3AT0jqQ-HoAZXMJfQ/edit?usp=sharing)<br/>(http://images.sodahead.com/polls/002383839/1833126501_001_25_xlarge.jpeg)<br/><br/>Remaining toward the back of the group, Matrice "Mattie" Woods' eyes shot in the direction of the thundering noise now thrashing in the woods to their immediate right.  Just moments before, her dark brown eyes had been carefully surveying her cabin mates (as she was prone to do the past few weeks in her careful nature).  Although she'd grown comfortable in their presence, as the foreigner who'd been thrust into the waters of this strange land, she'd learned the prejudices most harbored toward her and had quickly adapted to the disdain from the native peoples.  She was still amazed that anyone had been willing to save her from the wreckage of the pirate ship she'd arrive to this world on.  But the kindness of the one masaquani scavenger who had rescued her from her certain death had given her enough hope to continue on in this new world.  She had nothing left to return to in the Old World and the abusive pirates she'd fallen in with were now all decomposing in the Caribdian waters.  So survival was her only option, which is what found her in her current position on the<em>Rebecca</em>.  She had signed up in desperate need of money and a way to sustain herself and was now paired with women she found absolutely fascinating.   She had refused to let her guard down, even as the group seemed to draw closer in the small private quarters they'd been granted; however, she had begun to feel the sting of loneliness and slowly but surely had allowed her guard to slip.  She found herself caring more for the small band of women, however unlikely their grouping must seem.<br/><br/>Her inner thoughts had continued to ramble as she surveyed the women, tightening the cloth wrapped around her long brown hair as her eyes wandered lazily over the mage's rather plump breasts.  Biting her lip as her eyes dropped down to her own, she chuckled softly to herself and shrugged.  She had always thought she was rather endowed for her kind, but looked sub-par at best compared to the ripe globes that had her inadvertently licking her lips.  She'd listened as the beautiful woman made her way through the crew, feeling horrified at first, but then even a bit jealous as their sounds of pleasure had left her wanting much of the same.  She'd known nothing but abuse at the hands of her pirate captors but had learned to find her pleasure in their rough treatment.  Just as her breathing became shallow at the thought of her long nights of being bound and molested on the pirate ship, it was then that her attention violently shifted to the current predicament before them.  Drawing her Cutlass and standing at the ready, she looked to her mates for direction.