Markus smirked at her manner. He could guess she wasn't telling him everything, but how much or what he couldn't tell. Still, he wasn't used to executing prisoners unless they were chaos spawn and he found her endearing in an odd sort of way, even past her looks. He'd spent so much time trying to keep up appearances, watching her do the same made him feel a certain irony about his current station in life. 

"Well Miss Von Morganstern, we have ourselves an accord." The attractive man remarked, pushing his chair back, scraping the floor audibly. Almost casually, he began to unhook his hammock as she continued to eat her fill. "Once we make berth at Sartosa, you can send your beloved a letter by bird and you can wait while me and the lads conduct our business." Sliding the bits of rope over his arm, he tossed the fabric over his shoulder and stepped over to her, grabbing her dainty forearm. The ship rocked sleepily as the woman was hauled out of the chair, rum bottle still in her hand. 

"What-?" He heard the woman stammer, stumbling over her words just as much as she stumbled with her feet, being dragged if need be out of the Captain's cabin and down the hall. The lights were warm and inviting. If she wasn't being dragged by a pirate captain, it almost looked romantic.

"Trust me, you'll want me to make this announcement." He told her, within moments kicking open the door to the mess hall like he owned the ship. Which he did. The men were gathered round laughing and playing a Tilean cardgame and knucklebones While Morgan stood watch beside the door to the kitchen, no doubt making sure the cook was doing his job. All at once the men turned, eyes widening at the sudden appearance of their captain and the lovely Emmaline being held by the arm, both with flushed faces from all the alcohol they had downed. 

"How'd she treat you, Captain?" Frankfurt called. 

"Bit of a handful, but nothing I haven't dealt with before." Markus joked, grinning like he was a cat toying with a mouse. He thrust her arm in the air with his own as he declared. "I'm not here about that. I'm here about how she'll treat you!" 

Cheers erupted from the men, the cards and knucklebones forgotten almost immediately. Showcased by Eckard moving a few of the pieces while the others concentrated on Markus. Only a single crew member, a balled man, eyed him.

"Seems we've a new cooking assistant! I have a feeling she won't be that good at it, but a woman's got to make her way in the world, eh? Though that brings me to my fine crew. Within a fortnight, we'll find out if she's worth anything. That means that until we hear otherwise, she's worth her weight in gold. That also means, until I say she's otherwise, she's part of the crew. She gets all the same privileges you lot get." He grew more sober as he spoke. "That also means you're not to touch her. And when I say that-" His free hand took one of his pistols out of the baldric on his breast, cocking it and pointing it at the crew's direction. Their mirth subsided quickly. "-I mean it. Any man what touches her, I cut off what you used to touch her. Any man do more than that, and you owe me and the crew her weight in gold, or I'll carve it out of you." 

"H-her weight in gold?" A man asked.

Markus eyed Emmaline and grinned, not lecherously, but with more than a hint of mischief. It was clear he had the crew hanging on his every word. He certainly had the personality of a charismatic captain. It was clear Markus simply said his next phrase to mess with Emmaline. "I'd say that's about two hundred pounds, yeah?"

"Her tits are half the weight!" One man laughed and the others roared in approval. Markus motioned for a bald man to approach him. It was the Eunuch, Eugene. The men had made more than their share of jokes on the alliteration, but he was respected by being the only man trusted watching the loot save Morgan and Markus himself. As Eugene stepped over, Markus whispered in Emmaline's ear. "I'll have that dress by tomorrow. Be happy I'm not having you take it off now." 

"Aye Captain?" Eugene said with a salute. 

"Take our new crew member to her quarters and show her how to set up the hammock." He ordered, tossing the man the hammock. Eugene caught it with an 'oof', confusion marring his face. 

"Her quarters?" He remarked incredulously. 

"The closet in the cargo deck." 
[@Penny]