<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Alyssa.jpg)</div><strong>Alyssa</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=91076)<br/><hr/>Alyssa just ignored the show paying it no heed.  Something snapped in the usually tactful Captain when the sailor whipped out his cock and started stroking it.  Her hand tensed up on the whet stone making it slip as the rusty dagger sliced open the heel of her hand.  It was one thing to watch and joke about it, it was something else completely to whip it out right there in front of his Captain.<br/><br/>She was staring at the blood welling up around the cut and rolling down to drip onto the ground when the other sailor came to sit down beside her.  Just the act jolted her out of her shock and she pulled her hand up to put her mouth over the cut, trying to clean it with her tongue and press it closed with her lips to keep any more of her life blood escaping.  His attempt at conversation gave her enough time to pull her now clean hand away and press it down against her leg trying to get the bleeding to stop.  "No, I wouldn't do anything like that." she lied.  She didn't add on the fact that the only reason she wouldn't was because the two sailors were there and that Thalya had offered.  If she'd been alone, she'd been the one on her knees in front of the vile fey offering herself up to him in any way he wanted solely to save the lightbearer.<br/><br/>But what really got her goat was the disrespect the other sailor was showing to her and Thayla and to Norton who for all she knew was chained to a dungeon wall, starving, beaten, tortured, suffering for the pleasure of this Mad Mage that apparently had him who wasn't above using blackmail to force his companions to deprave themselves for her and her minion's own pleasure...not unlike the denizens of the dark.  She rose her voice a little so that everyone could hear the now cranky redhead's next words.  "And if someone doesn't put that away, they will lose the ability to feel the lips or cunt of a woman in the next port or rub himself off in his Captain's presence...with a chance of lockjaw."  The warn dagger glinted as she brandished it in her uninjured hand.