[Poggio]

She was displeased with the display of rebellion despite being a pirate. The boy still had not made any moves to complete her simple request, and even her crew would not walk about so shamelessly. As he talked, Mary moved about her newest confines. So simple. Too domestic… no fortification, no arms… We need a ship.

The Merchants water held no interest to her. She held the vessel aloft and produced her own flask of potent liquor. With an ecstatic upturn of her lips, she set about alchemizing the liquor of ages into the glass bottle.

The pirate let the silence straight before answering Mr Kite,“ A Babe that doesnât know how t' playeth games. ye get wha' ye ask f’r. She turned a similar vicious grin into her partner and crime. “Berserk’r” Her free fingers snatched her trifold off her head and mockingly she bowed at the so called master. “leadeth the way” She licked her lips ready to taste the new hedonism and swim in its treasures.