Mary kept both eyes sharp on the rigging of the two vessels, dancing about nimbly cutting some ropes, bunching and securing others, paying attention to nothing but the task at hand - until she saw movement in the ratlines of the other ship.  Men were climbing, more than needed to keep the ship's yards clear of each other.  "Merciful Mother O' God!"  She bellowed. "This be na time fer a brawl, ye puddin' heads!"  She didn't have her pistol, it was damned bulky, got in the way.  But she did have her dagger, and a belaying pin.  Useful things, belaying pins.  "Elaine!  The fools want a fight, it looks like!  Be sharp!" She darted another look at the clearly drunken/hungover men scrambling up, "Leeeooooonn!   If ye could find it in yer heart to forgive me rash words, I could be usin' yer help soon!" but kept her main attention on the rigging.<br/><br/>(Initiative roll:  27990 2011-06-19 18:44:35   At 2011-06-19 18:44:35, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27990))