"Several of the women say they want to become whores for you." He advances on her, casting a shadow over her and forcing her to walk backwards to keep him from bumping into her. "Fine. They free to go. But I want compensation." He grins.
“I know.” Mariel sighed. She left the maid in her mother's care while she got dressed as well. I wonder if simply killing the maid and disposing of her corpse would be the least troublesome option... For just a moment she paused at the thought, then let out another sigh. I've been a pirate for only a short time and already my first solution to a problem is to kill said problem... though in this particular case that might not be such a terrible idea. She admitted to herself as she finished getting dressed.
"Sadly it's not the only fluid in you." The noble scoffs, snapping his fingers at a group of guards in white coats. "Escort her to her ship and take custody of the prisoners." He orders. "Si, commandante." A tall, mixed-race soldier nods his head, approaching Marlene.
The woman scoffs, before pausing. "Let's say I believed that you and she weren't together. Do you think there's something here she might want? Or something she might want you for? Witch's blood for a spell, perhaps?" As Faye eyes her up, the redhead glares. "And be careful how you look at me - you might get what you're looking for, and find it more than you can stand."
As Mariel gets her clothes on, she hears snippets of Catherine's conversation. "A mother and a daughter...Great sin... Loyal to you, but this..." When Mariel has finished, she sees the maid leaving, as her mother sits on the bed and sighs. "She won't talk. And even if she did, who would care? It's not exactly like we have our lands." She pats the bed beside her.
The nun grins, slipping her arms around Isabela. "You're better looking than my last teacher..." She giggles excitedly.
"Well, there's not much else we can do about it." Catherine smiles - evidently Mariel's thought hasn't crossed the older woman's mind. "I hope... Hope you don't think differently of me because of what we did."
Marlene manages to make it to the docks without incident, where the soldiers begin rounding up the prisoners from the hold and forcing them to line up on the quay. The pirate she talked to earlier signals her, mouthing "Help?"
"The last person to call me 'hun' was a man - before I removed his testicles. I wonder what I'd do to a woman?" She glares more intensely. "What are you getting at? Are you suggesting I use you as bait?"
The pirate smiled sleepily and cover her fingers through blonde trusses. "Mmm... not bad sweetness, not bad at all." After several minutes the pirate queen came gently, rolling her hips into the oh so attentive mouth. She lay there gasping and took a moment to collect herself.
The nun grins as she leaves the room, pulling the covers back over her.
