Bouncing on her heels, Shauna focused on the chair in front of her. She was on the forecastle deck to the front of the ship, her arms and waist having been wrapped in bandages. Someone had advised her to lay down and rest, so naturally she did the opposite. Not to be difficult, per se... But to be difficult. 

Stepping forward, she kicked the chair into the air, eyes locked on the wooden piece of furniture. As it neared her, she swung at one of the legs and knocked it back into the air. For 10 minutes straight, she kept juggling the chair in the air with punches and kicks, stringing together attack after attack. It was a self-control exercise her uncle had taught her. She originally thought it was stupid, as every time she tried she'd always just shatter the chair, but as time passed she came to appreciate it. 

During a fight, she knew she couldn't just throw everything into one punch - if she did, the enemy would die and there'd be a lot less punching for her to do.

And that was a scary thought.

Yet, at about the 10 minute mark, she heard a bold declaration.

[i]"My name is Weston Smith. I'm good with guns and other weapons and thus I'm probably the best fighter here. Anyone has a problem, we can handle it right here and now."[/i]

Her ears twitched in response and, as the chair went into the air, Shauna flipped backwards, the toe of her boot colliding with the chair. Upon impact, the wooden chair flew towards Roma and Weston, going past them until it suddenly shattered - the multiple and consistent damage it had sustained finally manifesting itself as the wood splintering into several pieces before being buried in a wall. 

Landing on her feet, Shauna looked towards Weston with a blank stare that betrayed no emotion. Shauna knew not to underestimate anyone, but she found the fishman to be more intimidating. 

"Anyone that says "I'm the best fighter" is no true fighter." Shauna commented as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. "If you're the best, time will tell." Her eyes narrowed as she shot him a sharp glare.

"Until then, stay in a child's place." She said before leaning on the rail of the ship, staring at the water in complete and utter boredom.