Naeema kept silent during the tour. She kept her smart remarks to herself, listening and looking around with narrowed eyes. Even out of her element and slightly sea sick, the girl could fall back on old habits. Get the lay of the land- well, ship. Size up possible threats. Understand the hierarchy, who's at the top and who's on the bottom. Sure, the setting changed, but people don't. The succubus, Captain Victoria, was at the top. Her mate, Darrel or something, was second and everyone else was below. Men seemed to be ranked by their usefulness. The cook, while weaker physically than the deck hand with a tree trunk neck, was ranked higher than him because he was skilled at not only cooking, but some medicine and sewing. It seemed being a jack of all trades would serve the girl well. 

Once they were at the captains very own cabin, Naeema took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark. It was simple, not at all what she imagined. There was no bed made of gold, or belly dancers ready in a corner to entertain the fierce captain. She was, quite honestly, disappointed. Watching Victoria with careful eyes, the girl pushed her own hair back. 
"I'll be fine in these clothes for now, thank you cap." Cap. Naeema found the nickname cute. Grinning her mischievous grin, she leaned against the doorframe. "I should warn you, Cap-attack. I'm horrid at cooking. Not a domestic bone in my body. I might accidentally kill you all." It was hard to tell if she was serious or not. 

Turning away, the short thief- traveling performer, waved over her shoulder. Gods, she'd have to remember who she was. Nita the entertainer! As if to prove a point to herself, the girl did a quick backhand spring on the ships deck, moving towards the kitchens. 

Nita the entertainer was entertaining. She proved herself charming and quick witted, making friends easily with the men she'd met. She matched their raunchy comments with her own and managed to one up a few. She chopped enough potatoes to drive her mad, but kept up her cheerful attitude. The pirates she'd met didn't really seem all that bad. A bit dirty, sexist and horny, but not terrible guys to be around. 

If you paid close attention to her words, yoid find her asking subtly about the captain. The born con artist was looking for some angle. A pirate ship could be a valuable asset, for transporting stolen goods or making get aways. And even if Naeema couldn't find some way to manipulate the good captain, staying on her good side was a good idea. 

She worked till dinner, cleaning and assisting the chef, talking his ear off. Dinner was ready to be served and Naeema handed out the good bowls. Sully, the dear, had gone all out to greet their unexpected guest. She felt a bit uncomfortable, getting as many rude glares as she did kind looks. Feeling a bit trapped, the girl looked around for the Captain. Sure, she'd made nice with these men, but pirates were pirates.