The blond almost fell again when Katherine put some distance, but she scrambled and kept her feet.  Catching the girl’s shoulder, she offered a smile and a nod.  “Right, thanks,” she whispered, and continued up on deck with her hand on the redhead’s shoulder.<br/>She wanted to pepper the captain and that ass with the whip with force missiles, yearned for it with every bone in her body.  A few tumbles down from the rigging shocked the girl to the revelation that she needed to be more careful here, insinuate herself before she tried to turn the tables.  Maybe there were other pressed crewmen she could enlist, or even regulars displeased with Mr. Pug’s harsh lash and foul mouth.<br/>Green eyes glared sullenly at Pug as she was named ‘Princess’ and escorted to the kitchen.  The galley, right?  As the spook spoke kindly, and quietly derided Pluggs, she smiled shyly.  “He can’t be a real pirate,” she teased, eyes dancing, “No one  can squeeze that much pirate jargon into one sentence if they’re not pretending.”<br/>She took another sip on the water, her body slamming into the deck resonated in her memory again.  She jumped a little, then, and took another draw on the water.   She stood and smiled, “Let’s get to work.   If the captain want’s a feast, we’ll show him what we’re worth.<br/>