<div class="floatright">(https://pre09.deviantart.net/596e/th/pre/f/2014/320/6/0/week_10c_copy_by_katmachiavelli-d86mcas.jpg)</div><br/><em>Hands pulled at her hair, pulling her up to look at the Kellish sailor. Three days of beating and worse. This time it was different.Just one sailor  Alone to ravish the paladin. Her hand closed on the makeshift weapon she crafted from a spinter of the hull. <br/><br/>Time to get back with all the bastards.</em><br/><br/>For a moment, she wasn't there in the here and now but in another ship. She slid her hand into her braid for the shard of wood she concealed in her braid. Gone. As was the familar weight of armor and her sword. She rolled over with a groan, the pain in her head telling her it was more than ale that got her here she realized as she stood up, and felt for her sea legs. She was in a simple light shirt and pants as she stood up the dark bastard sword tattoo on her back showing thru the white linen top.  She looked around at all the others in the small hold of the ship.<br/><br/>"Let me guess, everyone here has this nasty taste in their heads and this little imp in the their heads with a pickax trying to hack it's way out?" Kyrie said as she stretched and looked around for water to drink to get the nasty taste out of her month. "Pressganged.. figures."<br/><br/>She took in the five men that came in, not meeting their leader’s eyes, not the time to start things. She simply put him on the list she was making in the spot just below the captains name. Till someone else earned the spot, he’d do in second place. Most likely the mate or second mate she figured, possibly the bosun. She put a hand out to help any others up,  he looked like the type to enjoy punishments.