Kira rolled her eyes at the captain after shaking his hand. [b][color=9e0039]"Aye, yer gi' used ta et. Ah dinnae loik t' repea'in meself, fair warnin' on tha'."[/color][/b] She attempted to speak a little slower, hoping Blaine would catch more of what she said that time.

She walked with the captain, falling behind several times to get a good look at his finely sculpted ass. She knew he was checking her out as well.

She listened intently as Blaine outlined the responsibilities of her new position. They were certainly some major obligations, but Kira was confident she would be able to fulfull them. She took the small bronze key and placed it in one of the pockets of her vest. She would go down to see the armory later, for sure.

When Blaine leaned on the doorframe of the cabin he claimed was hers, she casually reached into her cleavage and produced the key Darshane had given her when she boarded. [color=9e0039][b]"Aye, yer scu'lebu' sounds t' be correct,"[/b][/color] she said as she unlocked the door. [color=9e0039][b]"Ah may jes bring me fiddle ou' this evenin'."[/b][/color]

Kira watched the captain's rear retreat for a few moments before slipping into her room and inventorying her things. Apparently her drunk self from the previous night knew what was about - she managed to get all her things stashed in her trunk [i]and[/i] get it to the ship in one piece. She pulled out her wooden fiddle case and set it on the small table by the bed. She would definitely bring it out as the sun went down, as often as she could to keep the sailors' morale up.

She got up and left her cabin, locking the door behind her, and headed to the Armory. She would spend most of the day there, taking stock in what Master Cavendish had been so gracious to supply. She made sure everything was clean and in working order before she realized it was already getting late and she still hadn't talked to the mage.

Kira went back to her cabin and fetched her fiddle out of its case. The gorgeous instrument had cost her more than a few pretty pennies, but its sound was absolutely worth it. She saw herself back up top just in time to see the sun setting. It looked truly beautiful shining across the bright blue sails. She looked around the deck and spied Darshane and a dark-skinned black-haired woman who must be Jharnia. And so she approached the woman.

[color=9e0039][b]"Yer mus be Jharnia,"[/b][/color] she said slowly, more than likely butchering the mage's name. [color=9e0039][b]"Ah's Kira, Blaine's fers' mate."[/b][/color] She would keep forgetting that anyone other than the regular crew members would be able to understand her natural accent.