Post by Aromancer on Aug 4, 2021 20:14:11 GMT -5
Caroline Grace - 11
Some crewmen were rebelling, trying to get the new crew off their ship. Kenzie was taking care of those with aplomb. A few others seemed to have decided to stay and hang with Grace and her crew; or maybe they just didn't want to piss off the giant bear-man and the hip-blasting fish woman. Grace knew she didn't.
The former ship captain and the rest of his crew, meanwhile, were drunkenly staggering towards their ship. Grace had to do something about them, she supposed. But what could she do? She couldn't attack them, didn't know how to use a cannon...
Oh, wait. She was the captain, wasn't she! Grace snapped her fingers, then rushed up to the deck where sat her ship's wheel. With a confident strut, she walked up and laid her hands on the steering device.
"Anyone who'sh with ush, batton down the hatchesh! Anyone who wants out, now'sh the end of the line! We're shailing thish baby into the open sheash!"
She spun the wheel to the right, and the wind caught the ship's sails. The small crew retreated into the sea on the stolen ship, waving farewell to the ones they'd robbed. Grace looked out onto the open waves, taking a deep breath. They were free.
"You need a name," she said, petting the ship's railing fondly. "Which I'll come up with... when I'm not sho drunk."
With that, the woman passed out on the deck, completely blackout drunk.