The other captain came her way, though it took a while to reach her because of the strong winds. She wondered what kind of curse word or new assumption he was going to fling her way, looking the way he did. Though when he arrived he offered something she had never expected. For several big reasons even. Yet here he was, offering her a place on [i]his[/i] crew. At first she wanted to laugh at him. But then again, being a captain wasn't her goal. It depended on what his answer to her conditions would be, really. So, just like him, she shouted back. Just loud enough for him to hear, but not anyone else. "If I were to become part of any crew, it would have to go to the Grand Line. And I would not be treated like some bad luck [i]shark attractor[/i] or some ship mascot." Staying a ship's cook was just fine. But she hated being treated differently or poorly just because she had different parts on her body. "Would your crew be one of those, then?"