Mariel put her hand on top of her mother's and squeezed it lightly in an attempt to reassure her. “Of course not! I could never think badly of you, mother.” She told her, then paused, unsure what to say next. Her face gradually got flushed as she recalled everything they had done last night. “I...” She began, then stopped again, her throat suddenly dry. She realized that what she was about to say would likely be a point of no return. Despite that she forced herself to continue. “I... I meant what I said last night. If you ever want to do this again... I will be happy to...” She squeezed her mother's hand again and turned to look at her, her smile equal parts hopeful and reassuring.
"Bait? I am not that tasty." Faye giggles earnestly, covering up her smile with her fingers. "I think I could do something that would make Bermuda triangle look like England in comparison or you can just track them down like a boring person." Faye leans back, her eyes scanning the woman's body again. "Hmm~ Besides. What would you do to a woman?"
The pirate captain grinned ear to ear. "I'm feeling good. We've been smuggling a lot lately. How about we find something to raid? Nothing too busy, or well defended mind you. Don't want any casualties. Just something to get the blood flowing."
Renee frowned as she backed off, in some fear. The man just reminded her one of slave masters too much. "Compensashe-on? Don't be ridiculous. You are spéakéng as if you lost slavés." She frowned as she crossed arms under her bust and looked up at the man. She tried no to show just what effect the man had on her.
The man reels back, grunting, but eventually kneels down and gets on all fours. His mates laugh and scowl at the display.
Catherine leans in, her lips brushing lightly against Mariel's. "I'd like that." There's a quiet moment, and Mariel wonders if her mother's about to go in for a repeat of last night, before she pulls back. "Now, I'm sure you've plenty of business to take care of."
"Elaborate." She says, as Faye eyes her up. It's hard to get a good look at the woman's body under her armor, but she seems to be rather delightfully curvy. "Would you like me to show you?" She answers Faye's question with a question, eyebrow raised.
"Music to my ears, cap'n." The old man grins. "Poorly defended, eh? Well, I can think of a few juicy targets. Just depends who you're thinking of angering - the Spanish, French, British? Someone else?"
"I have not had a woman in months. I have been trapped, beaten, treated like an animal. All by people with your fair skin." He reaches out, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I want compensation for that. And I will take it from you."
"Salt-tree grows out of desperate that were thrown overboard and tears open bottoms of ships that pass by. But with some effort one can make it grow on land. It's quite hard to remove and very horrifying to look at." Faye smirked at her, amused that she was interested after all. No problem with letting her lead, she can just pacify her in an instant if her idea of fun doesn't match with Faye's. "Go ahead~ I would lie if I said that I don't accept such payments~"
Renee narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore how her body reacted - damn slave conditioning! "Aven if that 's the case, I on't ee how th't 's any of mou fault or problem." (Maybe a throw? - success, Renee stays in control resisting her lust only agrees to sex if the man pays, fail she submits to the man allowing him to do what he wants with her)
“Unfortunately yes.” Mariel sighed as she got off the bed and turned to face her mother. “So, how do I look? Like a proper captain? Anything off about my appearance?”
Marlene whisper to him while leading him back to the ship. "Let's them laugh. This way you will keep your cover and they will be send to gallows before end of the day." She said.
"Oh! I do love options. It's been a while since we pissed of the Spaniards, lets remind them why we rule the seas, eh?" The captain said with a wicked grin.
The woman moves, heading behind the store counter, sidling up behind Faye. "You witches are all the same. Driven by your base desires."
Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: 34 - Fail "Then I will make it your problem." He grips her shoulders, pressing downwards.
Catherine grins. "You're wearing too many items of clothing." She chuckles. "You look fine, my dear. Ferocious."
The man grunts, but nods, as she leads him back. At the ship, she finds common sailors manning the deck, but of course Kelly is off on his business and Peter is still in the market.
"Aye aye." He nods and grins. "I'll set a course for Mexico. We'll see what we can hit along the way." He moves to call out to the quarterdeck, before turning back. "Oh, you have anything else you want to do here in port, or shall we set off immediately?"
Marlene think what to do with her prisoner and then decided to bring him back to the cage under ship. As they walked down, she grabbed bottle of rum and baked chicken leg from the kitchen and give them to prisoner. "If you going to be usefull to me, then you can eat." She said and remind herself about the problem. "I also have to know about this lady pirate in disguise. How to find her and how she looks like?"
