Upon hearing Sylvia's whisper in his ear, the sailor looked to Lockwood, who gave him a nod. The sailor grinned at Slyvia as he stood up, clearing his seat. "I'll be takin a rain check, lass, of that you can be sure."

[color=00a99d]"A true gentlman."[/color] Sylvia retorted, taking the seat and propping her elbows on the table. Her chin resting on her knuckles.  [color=00a99d]"So. Fancy finding you here, right around Founder's Day."[/color] She raised a brow at the captain. [color=00a99d]"Coincednce?"[/color]

The man who's seat she took was clearly out of her world, as far as she was concerned.

Lockwood took a long inhale of his pipe, letting a silver puff of smoke roll out of his lips. "Nah, there's gold to be made lass! Founders Day?! Pah! Tis a golden day for me and my mates!"
His crew laughed, raising their mugs in cheers

A smile flashed on Sylvia's lips. Barely averting her eyes to witness the rousing of the crew. She took her hands off the table and placed one to her chin, as if to ponder an idea. As if she didn't have this already planned out.

[color=00a99d]"I like the sound of that. At the moment I happen to be looking for work."[/color] She motioned around her with her arms. "Surely my reputation can garner me a place in this scheme?" She looked to the boy who had tried to rob her not long ago.

[color=00a99d]"I certainly wouldn't be the worst pirate of your bunch."[/color]

Lockwood looked to his crew. "What do you say, lads? We need another to share in on the gold?" The crew laughed, hollering a resounding "NO!"
Lockwood laughed. "Ah me matey's  have no heart! Barkeep! A mug o' ale for my friend! I be thinking a little charity is in order. 'Tis Founders Day, after all!"

The corner of Sylvia's lips turned a little higher at the response of the crew. She didn't blame them for their answer, and she wasn't done here yet.

When a server came over to give her the drink, she made sure to pay. She wasn't the type to take handouts, and she made eye-contact with Lockwood while doing so. 

[color=00a99d]"Well. I can't blame ya' I suppose."[/color] She remarked as she took the tanakrd in hand. [color=00a99d]"But I figurerd I might as well ask."[/color] She took a long swig before continuing. [color=00a99d]"I'd rather work with you than against is all."[/color]

Lockwood tossed his head back with a laugh. "Oh aye, lass. My mates are short sighted and greedy, but I'll work with ya! Just so happens I'm in need of another mate on me ship. But you'll earn your keep, lass! There be no slackin'!"

She let a chuckle loose at the reply, raising her mug to the crew. [color=00a99d]"Not the worst traits for pirates ey?"[/color] She stood then, and outstrethed the drink.[color=00a99d] "Slackin ain't in my lexicon. A clink to good buisness?"[/color] She wiggled the tankard a little, motioning for the captain to collide his cup with hers.

Lockwood leaned forward, clashing his mug with hers, beer splashing from the impact. "There be no more sacred oath between sailors, then a cheers of ale!" He laughed.

She laughed with him and threw back the rest of her drink, wiping it off her chin after doing so. [color=00a99d]"Runs deeper than blood it does!"[/color]

"We cast off in eight hours, lass... Be at the fourth pier when that north star is bright! "

[color=00a99d]"You've got it...captain."[/color] She smiled at him and slammed the tankard down onto the table, moving the chair away from her to leave. With the alcahol still in her blood from last night, this drink would be enough, she hadn't been on the seas for some time and she wanted to gather some personal effects before taking off. [color=00a99d]"See you gents then!"[/color] She threw her hand up in a lazy wave, as she walked away from the crew.

they laughed and hollered as the bard started in with a jaunty tune.