Name: Elfi<br/>Position: Ship's Slave<br/>Location: Galley<br/>Tagged: Open<br/><br/>Death walked around the table in the galley, tapping his skeletal fingers thoughtfully against his scythe.  Elfi was afraid to move, to even breathe, when Captain brought out his heavy pistol and sat it on the table.  All the men went real quiet like at first, assessing the situation and playing the odds in their heads as to whether they could send the Reaper home with a soul that wasn't theirs.  Even the sight of Sue in his big pink apron, which usually made Elfi want to giggle, didn't break the tension.<br/><br/>It did pass though and all the men were careful to make their movements known and their words a gorram good bit less sharp than they had been.  They might still go to fist city, but lead wasn't going to fly.  Not tonight.<br/><br/>Elfi let out the breath she'd been holding, still smelling of the demon drink, and began to hurry through her cleaning up.  She wanted to be out of the galley right quick after the last person left.  With any luck, Captain would go chasing after his whore and finish what everyone said he'd been doing.  That would be good for everyone.  Mya, she'd get what she craved fierce.  Captain'd get his edge taken off and Elfi'd get left alone and could get to Miss Serenity's shuttle for a spell.  Yes, sir, that'd be best for everyone.