Mary laughed softly.  "A good feeling?  Me too, in me own way.  'Twill be good to get back on the water again, muchly prefer it to bein' on land, always have."  She tilted her head slightly "yer first pirate signin'... I can tell.  I only had a short'un  'fore this, but... Look, pirates be not a nice crowd, no lie.  Byut the articles against fightin' are damned well enforced, that mess is saved for the prey.  that means if any lout in the crew doesn't take no for an answer - and ye know what I mean be that - ye can bust him in the chops or brisket an he bein' the one who satrts it, he be the one over the side.  The side o' the ship.  They don' mess with manacles save for ransomable prisoners.  Minor stuff, ye get swabbin' the deck and suchlike. Serious stuff, not likely floggin', no pirate likes to see that happen to a shipmate.  But over the side, marooni', oh yes.  that's no legend, that's life itself."