Sharee walked up to Noelle and motioned for her to raise her hands above her head. She complied, allowing Sharee to tie her wrists together with the rope hanging from the boom above. After making sure the rope was taut, she moved around behind and unfurled the whip. The reactions from the crowd around them were varied. Some seemed shocked that one of their officers was about to be flogged, some looked nervous themselves, while a few even seemed excited for it to get underway. A few, mostly male crew members were too fixated on her chest to actually pay attention to anything else. Regardless, Sharee intended for them all to be filled with a bit of fear once it was done. To that end, she would have to make sure the first few strikes were hard enough to really make her scream. The pain would fade quickly due to the potion, but all Sharee needed was a good show. 

With nothing left to delay her, Sharee gave no warning before the first lash. Her technique with the whip was near flawless, as she had obviously done this before, so the whip hit particularly hard. It left a gash going from her right shoulder, all the way down to her waist, and sent out a loud crack that could be heard all the way down on the docks.