Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Tilting her head, she looks closely at the woman. As much as she likes to think everyone knows who she is, Thal is too smart to believe that she and her crew are immediately recognizable. Torchline might be a special case given their tendency to frequent the port and deal business, but even then, she sometimes has to spill some blood for them to get it through their dense heads that the petite woman in front of them is the captain of a pirate ship. If this woman knows who she is... Thal grins. That just means things are going better than she suspects.
"Very well, but it has to be the proper name that's written on its hull." She doesn't want any funny business about 'ship' or 'home' or 'insert witty answer here.' Thal will accept The Marauder and nothing less.
As for her own bet, she leans against the bar, swirling her glass as she pretends to think hard about her decision. In truth, she's already settled on 'Caly,' having heard Vesper talk more about 'Nova' as the one who likes rainbows and loses her mind over little things while 'Caly' is the one who he'd described as cunning in a way that seems to fit the sharp look in her amber eyes. "Your name is Caly, right?" She asks it more as a question, even as she moves to sip her bourbon like she already knows the answer, the blue of her eyes sparking with unclaimed victory.
"Very well, but it has to be the proper name that's written on its hull." She doesn't want any funny business about 'ship' or 'home' or 'insert witty answer here.' Thal will accept The Marauder and nothing less.
As for her own bet, she leans against the bar, swirling her glass as she pretends to think hard about her decision. In truth, she's already settled on 'Caly,' having heard Vesper talk more about 'Nova' as the one who likes rainbows and loses her mind over little things while 'Caly' is the one who he'd described as cunning in a way that seems to fit the sharp look in her amber eyes. "Your name is Caly, right?" She asks it more as a question, even as she moves to sip her bourbon like she already knows the answer, the blue of her eyes sparking with unclaimed victory.
