<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145965.msg6700079#msg6700079">Quote from: Blinkin on 03-08-2012, 18:02:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...He grinned at her then, "And you Darling, what got you in our dire straights?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She considers the question, pressing down, pulling up, and again, before looking up at Lantis.  Taking a deep breath and cocking her head to one side, she begins, "well, it has a little to do with my reputation.  There're those that call me 'The Bastard Hayes,' or just 'The Bastard-' and it ain't no honorific."  She pauses to laugh humorlessly,  "y'see, my dad wasn't the smartest of folk, from what I've heard.  His granddad had something of a reputation in the Shackles, and he must've grown up hearing those stories.  He ended up piratin' himself, until he found my mum, and made the mistake of smuggling her on board the ship he crewed on."<br/><br/>She allows a few seconds to pass, to let that last statement sink in.  She rolls her neck and shrugs before plowing on, "now when she an' I- oh, forgot to mention, she had me on board- were inevitably discovered, they had him lashed up an' ready for keelhauling, the cap'n strutting up and down the deck, screamin' an' hollerin' about Cap'n Hayes and his worthless grandson, an' how angry he'd be, an' so on an' on.  Mum an' I were spared, the cap'n's wrath, and long story short I ended up living with my mum's family, alchemists by trade."  She pauses again, but more out of politeness than for dramatic effect, "the rest isn't so interesting, just three years of wasted time and a year out at sea- too many stories there for one day-, then coming to Port Peril and sharing a drink with the wrong crowd."<br/><br/>She finishes her story, then lamely adds, "I'm glad to hear your dad was a decent enough sort."