"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.
Marlene smile to him with pride of her status. "In my veins is blood of nobility and I have higher goals than robbing people for few coins." She said and nod to him. "Prepare the money and send with me your men, to take care of pirates." Marlene command.
Witch let's out a deep sigh. She can see how someone like that might seem like her superior. She spits onto the candle and it goes out with an aggressive sizzle. "Lust seems like the least serious one, unless you mean they literally started fucking on a street. But it's those two last ones that make me pause. Without dragging you into the very long and convoluted specifics, no amount of my kind of magic would be able to make a storm this violent above the warship. Madness and frenzy, yes but only natural storms ever form around a warship. Soldiers are in a way protected from storms and rough weather, at least from the worst of it. And I assume she didn't get covered in scales or salt. Something strong enough to deflect bullets would leave visible signs on the skin. So far everything points to them being a sorcerer, not a witch. Completely different kind of magic. And for such a bewitching lady, this consultation is on the house." Faye blew inquisitor a kiss, not hiding how she's eyeing her.
“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.
"Oh I can see your education will be fun..." She said as she dragged the woman into bed with her, leaving John in charge of the ship as she went off to spend the night with her new crewmate.
"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. Isabela awakens the next morning, hot Caribbean sun heating her face through the cabin window, as she feels something between her legs. Lifting the covers a little, she sees a shock of blonde hair, and then feels a tongue poking and prodding her clit.
Having put on her clothes Mariel made her way to the bed and sat down next to her mother. “I hope you're right and she will keep quiet. Even if we no longer have our lands it might still cause us some trouble if she lets anything slip...” She sighed.
Marlene wanted to slap him for such insult but she needs that deal. "Follow me, soldiers." She commanded them and lead to her ship.
"It's "more than you can handle", Lady." Faye corrects the woman with a sly smile, her nails sliding on the counter. While she was aware that inquisitor meant business, there was special kind of enjoyment in annoying authority figures for Faye, the kind that especially noisy and persistent flies enjoy. Go on, take a swing and see if you hit. "Were you listening, hun? Completely different types of magic. I doubt she uses sinew and salt to cast her spells. She seems like an adventurous type, you know, the curious one. The type to chase after unusual like moth chases after lanterns. Do you catch my drift?"
"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?"
Marlene point at pirate in the line. "This one look clean enought. I need servant, give him to me." She said, puting on pirate neck colar with chain.
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. "Well done pet, I made the right call. But enough lounging around, a captain needs to pull her weight too." She sat up in bed and stretched, back muscles rippling and gleaming with sweat. Slowly, she collected and put on her clothes, all but her panties, and with a wink to her bedmate, exited the cabin.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll Success The leader of the soldiers gestures, before two of his men unshackle the pirate and hand him over, to the scorn of his mates.
The nun grins as she leaves the room, pulling the covers back over her. Heading out on deck, blinking from the sun, the pirate sees her first mate standing about, overseeing some menial work, as much of her crew groans, hungover. "Fine morning, cap'n. What are our plans?"
Marlene slap men in his face. "Crawl on all four dog! You are worse than peasant." She command to him, as they been on view of his mates.
