Sharee crossed her arms and nodded. "Good. Since you're being so cooperative, I'll keep it nice and simple. Fifteen lashes, on the deck, in front of the crew. I'll say what you did, then deliver the punishment myself. We have work to do now, so we're not doing it right this second. Later this afternoon, maybe early tomorrow morning depending on how things go. Now, you still have duties to perform. Get ashore, get what you need for the infirmary, and keep an eye out for any marks. You stay cooperative and impress me with your performance and I might even give you a bit of extra leniency."

As she spoke, Sharee got herself dressed in her leather pants and chainmail vest, and armed with her cutlass and daggers. In order to avoid looking too threatening, she left her crossbow behind and kept her smaller blades well-hidden. As usual, she also carried a bag filled with useful potions and poisons of her own make. The situation with Noelle had her annoyed, but she needed to think clearly enough not to make any mistakes. Sharee could not afford to let the offense slide, as using her magic to manipulate herself or the other officers was definitely unacceptable. However, she needed to be careful not to be too hard on Noelle, as her illusions could be immensely useful as well, not to mention her role in the infirmary. While she would quite enjoy making the Breton suffer, she needed to make the flogging quick and limit the lasting pain to make sure she wasn't [i]too[/i] resentful. 

Once she was ready, Sharee shepherded Noelle out of her quarters, then left just behind her. To her surprise, Kayal was waiting right by the door, though Sharee did not show any visible reaction at first. After locking the door to her cabin, she motioned for Kayal to follow so they could walk and talk. She had already been delayed long enough and needed to get ashore. "Enjoy the conversation? What do you want?"