<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VdfvJ72.jpg)</div><strong>Captain Rovana<br/>Tag: Arrryone</strong><br/><br/>Rovana shrugged at Ylria's winking, her smile cheeky, but not wicked as she answered: "I doubt I can get more drunk.. but I might just try, heh."<br/><br/>"Hah. At least I'm not having the worst hair-day anymore." She mused, 'rescueing' the bottle Ylria had abandoned.<br/><br/>"Hoh, craftier than I'd thought." She mused, watching Meera pull out her -other- tool to deal with the ropey problems. At the same time, she offered Peep a swing from her rum bottle, treating him as if he was a perfectly normal member of her crew. Well he looked piratey enough. "Her huh? Nah, I already like having me an adept cook enough." Rovana disagreed with the frogs selection, whilest lazily placing her head in her hand, grinning as she watched Seak argue it out. Then, finaly, lazily, and with another swing of rum, she stood up, one hand placed on the grip of her broken sword, the other reaching out, aiming towards Meera...<br/><br/>And something dark and slithery shot forward, coiling around the barbarians arm before she could punch Viola again.<br/><br/>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCtiw6Jdcv0/SWeBB9ipJyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zPB9XsERLwU/s400/tentacle1.jpg)<br/><br/>A black, dripping tendril emanated from the palm of Rovana's hand, with the unmistakable glow of magic. A wetness of satly sea-water dripped from her left arm, spreading over her clothes and wettening them enough to display more and more of Rovana's chest, whilest watery brine dripped from her sword. "I've made up me mind. Any who need to use violence to get respect from the crew ain't worth any in the first place, Aye?" Rovana repeated.<br/><br/>"You're strong and smart enough to easily lead a charge.. but you're getting yourself provoked too easily. I could use that against ye me hearty and if I can, others might figure it out eventually, ya keen? Ye're not ready ta be first mate yet." Rovana mused, stepping closer, the tentacle winding and slithering down along Meera's arm, slithering into her clothing and squeezing her right breast.. before slowly fading away, a dripping of red coming from Rovana's nose.<br/><br/>"Hmn.. ah, fuck.. at the limit already...?" She sighed, letting go of her blade, a subtle green glow fading from it, as did the flow of water.<br/><br/>"Listen up, ye blundering lot! Captain Draco was a blathering idiot. There are real pirate-captains, dangerous ones and I'm aiming straight for one, a bastard that used to be part of me crew but stole me property in a moment of weakness. To take back me property, I'll be forging ye all into a fearsome pirate crew. Right now all of ye, every last one has flaws and weaknesses.. And that's fine, don't avoid 'em, don't fear 'em.<br/><br/>Trust me, no matter how much ye messed up, none of you can compare to the foolishness I've been involved in. Heh, how ya think I, Captain Rovana, got stuck in that pathetic harbourtown, me sword broken and treasure stolen?... perhaps if ye all prove trustworthy, I'll tell ye them tales... and if I could live me life again, I'd do it all the same.<br/>Trust in The Code and live yer life to the fullest and together we'll make an unforgettable story." She exhaled after her motivational speech, clearig her throat, her voice adding in the sharp tone of a natural born leader:<br/><br/>"You!" She pointed at Viola. "Ye ain't a little girl anymore, ye're a pirate. Act like one. Pick up yer gun and scrounch up yer face. I want ye either looking grim and fearsome, or lost in lust, got it? Don't like messing up yer shots? Well, learn to never mess 'em up again in the future." She tipped her hat towards Viola.<br/>"You!" She pointed at Meera. "You want to discipline her? Good. But do it properly. Hitting folks about rarely helpsm, so teach that bloody gunner how to bloody aim her gun under ANY distraction, got it? If she can aim straight whilest riding yer dick, she'll be good to go."<br/>She then turned to Seak. "Ye'll be me first mate. I need not tell ye what'd happen if ye screw it up, aye?"<br/><br/>Finally, she turned to Ylria and Naomi, chuckling. "As for the ropes.. There's a sollution ye all aren't seeing." She stepped over to Naomi.. one hand shamelessly cupping the bound-girls breast. "Her clothing's also tangled in the ropes. So, we need to get rid of that... and apply proper lubrication to get her to slip out... later. Just make sure not to tug on the wrong rope." Rovana grinned, reaching out with one hand.. and doing the opposite of what she advocated, pulling on a rope to dig directly between Naomi's legs. "Who knows what'd happen..." She mused.