Thalassa
Rain wasn't usually a problem for her or her crew, but this season's screaming rain had proven more than the pirates could handle. They put up a good front, throwing lines and securing rigs as they sailed, but she could see the tension, the occasional grimace, and the unending misery. It started to affect their work - knots slipping, missed inventory, and overall inattention on her decks - and Thal couldn't have that.
After weeks at sea, she finally docked them in Jack Tar under the guise of detailed maintenance. She wasn't soft enough to dismiss them or let them cower in the nearby bars for the next few weeks, but at least she wouldn't have to suffer through their mistakes. They could work the days fixing up The Marauder then recover their sanity elsewhere. As long as the work got done, Thal didn't care.
She herself stayed on the ship, finding the daily trek to Levinsward and back to be too much. Instead, she worked alongside the crew during the day then sat and drank on the dock in the evenings before retiring to her cabin. It became a comfortable pattern, begging for interruption; so when she spotted a familiar face beyond the evening firepit, Thal gave a low chuckle and lifted her whiskey glass to her lips. The men around her hadn't noticed the woman yet, humoring themselves about some siren tale, but her eyes followed carefully, waiting for her to notice the predator she'd overlooked. Awash in firelight beneath the murky skies and surrounded by drunkards, but a dangerous predator, nonetheless.
After weeks at sea, she finally docked them in Jack Tar under the guise of detailed maintenance. She wasn't soft enough to dismiss them or let them cower in the nearby bars for the next few weeks, but at least she wouldn't have to suffer through their mistakes. They could work the days fixing up The Marauder then recover their sanity elsewhere. As long as the work got done, Thal didn't care.
She herself stayed on the ship, finding the daily trek to Levinsward and back to be too much. Instead, she worked alongside the crew during the day then sat and drank on the dock in the evenings before retiring to her cabin. It became a comfortable pattern, begging for interruption; so when she spotted a familiar face beyond the evening firepit, Thal gave a low chuckle and lifted her whiskey glass to her lips. The men around her hadn't noticed the woman yet, humoring themselves about some siren tale, but her eyes followed carefully, waiting for her to notice the predator she'd overlooked. Awash in firelight beneath the murky skies and surrounded by drunkards, but a dangerous predator, nonetheless.
As long as I'm here,
no one can hurt you.
no one can hurt you.
