[Poggio]

Here lies a nuisance dedicated to sanity… The modern thought broke the Pirate mid stride in the new era. Mary relaxed, closed her eyes, and breathed in the area around her. There was salt in the air. But far from the sea. This wasn’t Jamaica and she… women could choose to wear pants and not get lashings? A voice broke her out of her reprieve frantically demanding her attention. She answered it first with the sharpened steel aimed to maim, but it simply turned more into bemused smirk twitching, threatening to spill over into laughter. This was the man she was to serve during the war?

“See? See that ye be nothing m’re then a babe still swaddlin' thou're moth'rs tits?.” She turned her weapon to the broad side of the blade and tapped against the little man. “puteth that hence” Inhaling the mucus lodged in her nostrils, she formed them into spit and shot it at the baby, Boy-Annie’s feet with heavy distain. “I 'ave no needs f’r cabinbabes”

“Who are ye?” The blade drew away from the man she was to call Captain. Not that such a babe could ever fill those boots. But looks alone did not atone for men and their actions. “And-” The humor in the smirk was lost “'n wha' do ye wants wit' me loot?... The Grail?”