[h3]Polly Roger - The Rusty Wench Tavern[/h3]

Polly almost jumped out of her skin as the sharkman slammed the table.  He'd noticed her?  Well, thinking about it he probably saw her duck under the table earlier... She'd been sure both his and his female companion's attentions were diverted when she did so, though, but apparently they were more perceptive than she gave them credit for.  Well, all she could do right now is just pop her head out from under the table and introducer herse-

...Oh, the girl had just flipped the table.  And then... Kicked it so hard that it was now currently embedded in the tavern's ceiling.  [i]No use in hiding anymore,[/i] the thief though, [i]This woman is clearly a psychopath.[/i]

The pointy-eared woman clearly had anger issues, at least.  Of course, Polly knew fine well what anger you into: [i]a schmuck[/i].  Not only that, but she seemed like a [i]strong[/i] schmuck.  And she seemed to be gathering a pirate crew, which meant only one thing... She was headed for the Grand Line.  And since this suited her needs rather well, Polly figured it might be a good idea to take up the sharkman's offer of being their first crewmate...

"I don't even [i]have[/i] one of those, captain!" Faking a smile and saluting, Polly responded to the pointy-eared girl's taunt as her mind groaned at her. [i][b]That's[/b] the angle you're going for, Polly?  Eeesh, I know it's hard to work under pressure, but still...[/i] It seemed like she wasn't the only one with interest in this woman, however, as two men had approached the debris where once stood a table; one with black hair and one with white hair.  And as soon as the white haired one opened his mouth, Polly could tell she wasn't going to get along with him.  [i]Geez, what a jackass![/i] She didn't even want to dignify him with a verbal response, so instead the diminuative thief backed behind the pointy-eared girl and stuck her tongue out at white-hair.