[center][url=https://imgbb.com/][img]https://image.ibb.co/hDyVT9/Pirate_banner2.png[/img][/url][/center] “Don’t [i]‘how are ya’[/i] me,” Cecily snarled, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Ye know exactly how I am, ye big oaf.” She wrung out a lock of hair in front of him, as if to prove her point. Cold water streamed down, splashing onto the deck. Muttering foul things to herself, she wondered if she would be able to find a dark corner in the crew’s quarters where she could change her shirt without being spotted. She could always wait out the storm and use the head, but she didn’t want to be in her sopping clothes any longer than she had to. Cecily blinked in surprise when Stefano acted like nothing had happened, even going so far as to offer her a sample of the stew that had been cooking. Her cheeks grew hot with a mixture of anger and embarrassment as she heard the other men in the kitchen laughing. The food in the spoon he was holding admittedly smelled good, and she was famished from working on the deck all day, but she turned her nose up to it for the sake of her vanity. She wasn’t about to let him have the satisfaction of blowing over what he had done to her. In the end, she was even more annoyed with the way he simply offered her his portion of supper without even so much as a few fighting words. His underwhelming reaction took away her satisfaction in winning the argument—if one could even call it that. He had barely tried to fight back, and in doing so, he had made her come off like an overreacting fool. She was sure the other men thought so, with the way they were snickering so much behind her back. She didn’t like it. “Oh, sure,” she muttered to Stefano’s back as he left the kitchen. “I’ll be sure to take Lee’s cot… and maybe a little more.” Spinning around on her heel, she marched back out to the crew’s quarters to rejoin the other pirates. The wheels of her mind turned as she thought of a way to get him back for his little prank. [i]I’ll make you regret crossing me,[/i] she promised silently. [i]Just you wait.[/i] -- As the men of the crew left the sleeping quarters to eat supper, Cecily took the opportunity to quickly change into a dry shirt. She finished the task post haste and joined them again in line to be served her portion of supper. Fortunately, everyone was too distracted by their empty stomachs to notice her brief absence. She took a bowl of stew—luckily, the next decrease in their rations wouldn’t start until tomorrow, so her helping was only somewhat meager—and searched the crowd for Stefano, intending to collect the debt of food he owed her. Pinpointing him at a table with a few other sailors, she forced her way through the mass of bodies and inserted herself beside him on the bench. “I hope ye didn’t forget about me,” she said without meeting his gaze. “Pay up.”