It was always wise to take things slow, especially after a traumatic event, and Abigail had just been through one for the books.  Of course she didn't have any patience for something like that.  Her family, her crew, her inability to decide which status held the higher meaning, were out there somewhere.  She hoped wherever that somewhere was had them alive, and well, for the ship who attacked them's sake.  Regardless of her loved ones' fate she still had places to be, and people('s skulls) to drive her fists through and she wasn't going to get anywhere pussyfooting around.  Besides, it wasn't like she could exactly blend in with a crowd, even if she wanted to.  There was always something about a Hennar that made it so they couldn't hide in a town any better than a giant could.

The doors to the tavern rushed inwards, banging the walls on either side of the entrance.  "Don't mind me."  A loud voice from a tiny framed woman with red hair said as she stepped in.  "I'm just passing through."  Her large eyes moved from person to person as she walked up to the bar.  As she moved, a trail of water formed after every step.  She hadn't taken time to dry off after coming onto land.  She didn't even bother kissing the ground and thanking the world for another day of light.  It was right to the tavern.  "Beer, please."  She said, turning around to rest an elbow on the table so she could get a better look at the faces inside.  "Oh!"  The tiny woman perked up a little and slapped her hand on the table.  "A cigar too, if you have it." 

 The bartender nodded, and held up a hand for cash.  "No tab."  Her muttered.

"Fair enough."  Abigail said, paying the man.  As she waited for her drink and smoke, the red haired woman's eyes bounced from face to face until she found a pair that looked suspicious enough for her liking.  It was the mask that did it.  Abigail didn't know why but she always trusted a woman in a mask; probably because they were the honest ones.  Nothing like a mask to let you know there was a knife in their hand with your back's name on it.  Drink in hand she sauntered over to the couple.

"You guys looking for work, because I could really use a crew."  She paused to take a drink.  "And a ship.  Any ship.  It doesn't matter how silly it looks.  If I can get my hands on it, I'll take it."