Vic laughed at the ramblings of the girl, whom which she presumed to be quite younger than she was. She placed her sword back in its scabbard and placed her hands on her hips, eyeing the creature before her. “This isn’t a vessel for transportation,” she laughed, not sure if she was buying her story. “You’re on the Black Star, captained by yours truly.” Vic bowed in a mocking way. “You may have heard of me. I hear they call me ‘The Succubus’ in these parts.” She offered a hand to the young woman to help her from around the barrel so that she could stand in front of her. “Now, assuming that the story you just told me is complete rubbish, who are you and why are you stowed away on my ship? No one gets to board for free.” She smirked as she finished the last sentence. Vic eyed her up and down, trying to assess if she’d be fit to stay aboard. The girl was young, yes, and did not seem to come from some sort of posh lifestyle. That was good. "How can you make yourself of use?" 

The night before was nearly a blur to Vic. They had docked at Isla Lupe early in the morning to get supplies and food, but by nightfall, her and her crew were piss drunk, causing fights and picking up women. Vic and Darrell even kissed, which they immediately pretended to vomit afterwards and swore to never do it again or else they'd both walk the plank. Before the night was over, she had been talking to a fair skinned woman at a local tavern before police became annoyed of their activity at the port. Men on horses with lit torches arrived, announcing that they must vacate or prepare to be forcefully removed. Vic winked at the woman, giving her one of the rings she had stolen and telling her to remember her. They all sloppily boarded the ship as the men followed, surprisingly making it back out to sea without sinking. It made sense that if anyone were to sneak onto the Black Star, it would have been last night. This frustrated Vic; no matter how much fun she had, she knew she couldn't let things like this happen. It was only a matter of time before a drunken night turned into their slaughter from a silent enemy boarding the ship.