Now this was a bit of a dilemma. The man who was eyeing her, appraising her value she assumed, had taken a table with two additional men. His crew she assumed but then, why was it he wore no shoes? His clothing, while not particularly fine, was tailored which spoke of some amount of coin. She could see such a thing aboard ship where the salt could eat at the leather but here in port? Was that a sign of poverty or something else? Then there was the lady merchant she was hoping to get more information on. While she likely could earn a small amount of coin with the men at the table it was a sure thing. The woman captain on the other hand- that was a long shot but possibly of much greater reward. Unfortunately it was further compounded with another problem. Why would a common whore approach a lady captain?

Lucy mused that problem for several moments. Then figured she could always seek out the men the female captain had ordered out later after they finished the unloading. It was more than likely they'd be return here and if not there was the possibility she could entice one descend the gangplank off of the ship. In the meantime she could see if any of the three men were available.

Sashaying across the tavern floor, hips swinging, her bare feet leaving footprints in the sawdust, Lucy approached the captain and his two crewmen. She delivered them her most delightful smile, one practiced long and hard before a mirror when she was still barely old enough to full her bodice, and set her hip against the table that looked like it had been cut from a scuttled ship.

"Oi there," she greeted the three, twisting a copper hued lock of hair between index and forefinger, "My name be Lucy. Who here be offerin' me a drink?"