Post by Jess on Jun 12, 2022 14:18:19 GMT -5
What’re you waiting for, high noon or something?!
Thar she blows…! The searing scarlet stare of a stunning snowy haired siren seeming to fixed to a pair of bound tubes as she searched the sea before her with the aid of binocular benefit, Mandy Murdock narrowed that keen crimson gaze as she adjusted her focus, and was found smirking as she found exactly what she was expecting to see laid out in the distance.
“Should be on them in five. You guys ready for this?” The sign of large sails and a tell-tale insignia atop them everything which the woman had been lucking for and seeming to draw nearer with every moment thanks to the whirring paddles of the craft she stood upon, though the sound of the engine and the cramped quarters of this barely beyond dingy was something that made the blanched beauty guess she would be unhappy spending a long voyage on, she had to say that she saluted the feat of engineering which allowed them to close upon a ship even when the wind seemed to be against them, even if she couldn’t say the same of her company.
"Baby, I was born ready~!"
Flanked by cocksure figures who seemed to make up the ranks of the baddest and boldest bodies who had been looking to secure their finances in the recent month, the problem with scraping the barrel like this was that more often than not one found more chaff than wheat, which was quickly apparent as one of them seemed to stroke the peach fuzz upon his chin and then make a bold statement that was meant to impress, but ultimately reassured no one.
“Really? I always heard you were born with one foot in your mouth and the other up your ass?” The fair femme finding herself happy to highlight this fact as she eased her little set of visual aids away and pushed a broad brimmed hat above her brow, though her narrowing eyes were concealed beneath the canopy that now crested from her crown Miss Murdock made no effort to disguise her distaste for the jumped up thug she was working with, and did so in a dry tone that showed just how tired she had gotten of this figure even in the short journey they had been through.
"Cut the chatter. We're nearly there...!"
At least some in their number seeming to take what lay ahead of them a little more seriously, the leader of this mismatched gang of cutthroats looked between the smirk of the white haired woman and the annoyance of her associate and opted to cull the exchange before vendetta’s were sworn and pistols were drawn, and instead commanded his team to focus on the task at hand; taking a tidy profit from the vessel they were chasing.
“Well then… Let’s go be bad guys~?” This seeming to suit Mandy fine since it would at least keep the trap of their fool shut, all too quickly was she scooping up the weighty wonder which she called her ‘boomstick’ into hand and then hung the heft of it over her shoulder as she lifted up a scarlet scarf to cover her face, and all the while she could feel herself quivering with anticipation. Though whether it was erring more toward excitement or dread would likely depend on how thing went in the next few minutes, wouldn’t it?
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