"There are people who would take me in," Calliope responded around a mouthful of jerky. "I could trade on my knowledge of these seas, my connections in Calaverde or my... charms, at least for a while." Many former rulers did do just so when they were deposed or driven into exile. It was a comfortable enough existence at first, at least for a time. In the end though they became more expensive than they were worth, or merely hostages for their hosts to hold over the rulers of other cities. Don't press too hard or we will support a coup by the old ruler. Calliope had no desire to be a hostage, nor did she want to settle for the comfortable life of an exile. Her dark eyes narrowed into slits glinting with suppressed ambition and malice for Sebastian and his cronies. "But I don't think I will, I intend to make myself such a plague upon these seas that Calaverde and all the other cities will wish that I had never had to leave my comfortable palace." Combined with the state she had left the treasury in, she was willing to bet that she could have the mob baying for Sebastian Del Mondas blood within a year. They would beg her to return to her rightful place. She realised after the fact that she had trailed into silence while she had been contemplating her revenge her beautiful face had been momentarily transformed by her lust for power and revenge. She coughed to break the silence. "As for the captaincy," she made a dismissive guesture. "I know which rope is which, I spent enough time on them as a girl... my father... well never mind. The point is I am not enough of a sailor to be a captain. Much as I enjoy giving orders..."