And then, a shot rang out through the night.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VdfvJ72.jpg)</div><strong>Captain Rovana<br/>Tag: Everyone, 'specially Meera and Viola</strong><br/><br/>The Barrel of Viola's gun had been forced aside by the impact of another bullet, as out from the dark, Rovana stumbled back on deck. "A crews dispute that can't be settled bare-handed is to be brought before the captain." She suggested, sounding suprisingly sober, well for the moment. It was as if she was reciting something there.<br/>"It's bloody hard aiming while I'm this drunk, I might take someones head off if I have ta shoot again, savy?" She mused, putting away her still slightly smoking gun.<br/><br/>She stepped out onto the deck carrying two bottles hugged up in her arm, two with scratched labels, one just bearing a skull-insignia. Briefly, she shook her head. "Can't leave ya alone to take stock for a minute, can I.. nay, nay this ones on me, no one taught you The Code and how should you know better." She sighed and exhaled.<br/><br/>"Anyone that wants to point weapons at me crew, point them at me first. But remember, pointin yer weapon at *hic* yer captain is mutiny. And you know what I do with mutineers?" She glanced over to Seak. "Similiar than what you imagine, but less kinky. Also, sidenote, I'll mate with anyone pretty enough to be worth it." She winked, before sighing, uncorking a bottle, sniffing at it and wrinkling her nose, before putting it aside.<br/><br/>"Let me tell ya what seperates us from the scum of the earth, thieves, and robbers and murderers and rapists.. Now, we be doing all of that too, aye.. But we have the Code.<br/>Now before you ask, no, captain Draco kept no copy on his ship, why'd ya think I took it? Good for nothing mud-worm.. *hic* ..anywhooo.. Short version: Don't kill or damage each other beyond repair, don't drink me rum, do as you're told by your captain and we'll be having smooth sailing." She chuckled.<br/><br/>"Now, I got multiple interests in the first mate position.. oh and a cook, much appreciated darling, haven't forgotten 'bout you.<br/>First Mate is the leader in me absence, so they need to be in charge -without- pointing weapons at their mateys. So, whos up to proving ta me they're in charge of the situation?" She requested, leaning back and watching with drunken-hazed, but still somehow sharp eyes.