<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/bee027e5adc57e67fa696b5b58f985e9/tumblr_o3ykjeCqnE1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Piper "Sticks" Blackettle</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Essentials</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 11 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (15 currently) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 12<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Initiative:</strong> +4 | <strong>Perception:</strong> +6[/b]<br/><strong>Fort:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +6 | <strong>Will:</strong> +2</div></div><hr/><br/>A sense of relief fell over Sticks. Misplaced maybe, but better press-ganged than on the way to a slave market! Silver linings, you know. She stumbled some when the bindings came off, rubbign the rope burns on her wrist. As she passed by Harlo, she spoke quietly to the man.<strong>"Unless you've got gills behind it, best be careful with the tongue. We're stuck."</strong>She's not hostile about it, but does indeed seem quite serious.<br/><br/>She blinked at the light as she was marched onto the deck. She was too worried about everything else to fret too much over her body being on display, a few rough white scars on her otherwise tanned shoulders and lower back showing she wasn't unused to the feel of a whip, already. She stood there, and had enough wherewithal to drop her hands in front of the reddish fuzz she kept, looking between her fellow impressees and hte standing crew as the captain, then Plugg spoke. She kept her ear on the officers, but her eyes were busy taking stock of her "compatriots." Oh what a bunch...<br/><br/>Well, no sense in kicking and screaming over the inevitable. She looked back to the first mate, tilting her chin up to look him in the face.<strong>"I know my way around the ropes." </strong>