Mary cocked an eye at the chinawoman, her smile widened just a hair.  "Now that I've heard, that they be big 'uns."  But she sensed her companions mood, and stayed silent after that.  Knowing when shipmates wanted to talk, when they wanted to just not be bothered, that was vital that was.  Fights started, people got killed over mess like that she knew well.<br/><br/>Port Royal at night was.... Port Royal with  more rum in the belly.  Shouts, whoops, screams rent the night.  Parties, quiet gatherings - damn few of those to be sure, and fights.  Lots of fights.  Mary never stopped watching, took note of what was happening well down the street and subtly guided their path away from likely trouble.  This brought them other dangers, of course.  Thieves, cut-purses lurked the fringes.  And whores.  Always whores.<br/><br/>"I be a girl."  Mary told one.  She had a boyish figure, made more so by her loose clothes.<br/><br/>"Silver is silver, dolly."  Retorted the tart, but she moved on her way.