Laura appeared to be really getting into this aspect of what Sarah called training. After all, who knew if there was time travel, airships or who knew what in their future? Maybe sailing and swashbuckling would end up useful someday; Who knew? Well, Sarah supposed there probably was a mutant out there that could answer that question but she certainly didn't. Inside she was a bit disappointed with having Laura at the wheel. It would have been interesting to see her leaping from a mast spar down onto someone or some other insane feat of aerial acrobatics.

"Powder the guns me buckos," she said softly to one of the artificial crewmen, this time not hollering, "but softly. Gundeck only. Prepare to fire as she bears. Pass the word."

That would, unfortunately, lessen their firepower but the worried looking figures that had emerged on aftcastle of the schooner were looking about their vessel with a spyglass and discussing with some animation what they should do about the vessel behind.. Turning back to Laura as the crewman walked away to carry out his orders, Sarah nodded gently over her shoulder towards the men atop the distant forecastle.

"We're being glassed." she said casually, "I rather imagine they're pissing themselves or... whatever it is that artificial holographic constructs do... "

Then, from out of nowhere, Sarah giggled, idly tracing the leather thongs that strained to hold her harem outfit closed at the front.

"I tried flashing my boobs at them once when I was going after a larger ship. They didn't notice. Apparently whoever designed the program didn't take that into account in the programming."