[center][h3][u][color=#cbc66d] Roslyn Wicke [/color][/u][/h3][/center][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vzhDyH3.png[/img][/center][center][color=#cbc66d]"I might be able to fix that."[/color][/center][hr][hr]

[hider=Desperate Distractions]
Roslyn cursed herself. 

She cursed her helplessness, her inexperience, and most of all her stupidity. Her brown eyes watched as Penny hopped off with the drunkard. The pair disappeared down the nearest stairs before being swallowed up by shadows. A gentle squeeze on her hip jerked Roslyn's attention back to her predicament. She realized quickly, it wasn't Penny that needed saving. It was her. Slowly, he began to pull her to the opposite way. His hands kept her ahead of him and sent her down the stairs first. 

[color=#cbc66d][i]Great job, Roslyn. Now what?[/i][/color] Her heart dropped in her stomach while she tried to slow. His body closed in on her and forced her along, her boots stepping off the final step. He had one thing on his mind and she wasn't about to give it to him. 

[color=#cbc66d] "So, what's your name? "[/color] She glanced about the interior. Failing to find an escape route, a nagging feeling started to grow in her chest.  

"Gomes."  

Roslyn fought to keep her smile in place. She twisted away whenever he invaded her personal boundaries. If only she brought her gun and some powder. The girl blinked. She realized there was barely any powder kegs near cannons. By now, Gomes' had noticed her lacking interest. "Something wrong?" 

Roslyn tried to keep things light.[color=#cbc66d] "I saw you drinking earlier, any chance I could get a sip?"[/color]

He inhaled sharply and she could still smell the booze on his breath. While his arms didn't budge from around her, they did loosen their grip. Roslyn relaxed at the change. "Tastes like pisswater, not sure you'll like it." His lip curled upon the memory of it. 

[color=#cbc66d] "I might be able to fix that."[/color]

The man's eyebrow raised. "How?" 

 [color=#cbc66d] "I know a thing or two about beers. It won't be hard to make it taste better."[/color] Roslyn held her breath, pleading this worked. Several moments ticked by before his curiosity overwhelmed the lust in his eye, "Fine. This way." With those words, they disappeared deeper into the ship. 

[/hider][hider=Fight and Rumors]
Roslyn sat on one of empty barrels, watching the dark haired man gradually work a board loose. Sliding it aside, he reached down and retrieved a small green bottle. He handed it off to her when they heard a creak. Her eyes snapped to the entrance to spot an Enthish man standing there. Tall, thin with wave brown hair, his grey eyes shot venom toward Gomes. 

"Ya filthy Torragonese rat! Put that back!" He spat and stepped forward. 

The mask man snorted. "I didn't see your name on it, Jeb." 

Words turned into a fight when the Enthish seized the man's shirt. Roslyn muffled a yell with her hand. Immediately, Gomes adjusted his mask then shoved Jeb away. While the men continued to argue, she slowly slid toward the exit. Suddenly, something slammed into the side of her face. Her knees buckled before her head crashed into the edge of another barrel. It felt like it split open on impact. The pulsing pain made bursts of stars in her vision as her left hand pressed against her eye. She was lucky she wasn't knocked out. Slowly, Roslyn pushed herself back onto her feet. In the background, the two men continued to fight and bicker. 

Sacrificing a bit of her adrenaline, she muttered a spell at the bottle. It twitched then shot at the two men. It bounced off Jeb's head before it flipped into her free hand. The pair stopped fighting, their eyes turned on her. 

[color=#cbc66d]"Now that I got your attention, sit down."[/color] Roslyn growled. 

Much to her surprise, it worked. The two men settled down as she checked to see if someone heard them. No one seemed to noticed... yet. Pulling herself back to the pirates, she sat on a barrel once more. Next she rid the alcohol of its impurities before splitting it between them. The whole time, she fought past the pain of her bruised eye. She decided to bind it later.   

Everything went smoothly after the first drink. With lifted moods, the men's lips loosened. They complained about the meager, pitiful rations. Low gunpowder, weapons, and more. Bitterly they recalled the horrors they faced and the beast's description, most of it matching the other accounts she knew. Feeling like she got all she could, she prepared to seek out the Captain when she caught Jeb staring intently at her. 

[color=#cbc66d] "If you look too hard, your eyes might pop out."[/color] Roslyn said with a hint of annoyance. 

Jeb smirked. "Sorry, you reminded me of something. You're Hendlish, aren't you? I recognize the accent." 

[color=#cbc66d] "Yes, what of it?"[/color] She leaned her arms into the barrel and used it to keep her balance.  

"I am just wonderin' sumethin'." 

[color=#cbc66d] "What is that?"[/color]

"Why are you here? Pretty as you are, you're not dressed like most of the prostitutes I've seen."  

Roslyn choose her words carefully.[color=#cbc66d] "A group and I were sent to help kill the White Thresher. Your ship was one of the more recent ones to survive. I didn't know if it was luck or if you managed to do something the other ships didn't."[/color] She paused for breath before adding, [color=#cbc66d] "The damage is also something I've seen before. Same type of thresher, I think."[/color]

 Jeb's head tilted as he leaned in closer. "Okay, one more thing. There was rumors about a ship called the Fantasma Rosso, or Red Ghost. I recall mention that a little, brown haired Hendlish girl had gotten her hands on it. Is that you?" 

Roslyn's pause lasted longer than necessary. [color=#cbc66d] "Yes, it is."[/color]

"You're a little short to run a ship like that, aren't you?" Gomes pipped up causing Jeb to laugh and nearly choke on the last of his drink. 

Roslyn rolled her eyes and ignored the comment. [color=#cbc66d] "I was hoping to find the Captain and..."[/color]

Jeb leaned back and scoffed. "And what? Offer to smuggle something? Unless you can provide food, powder, or killing that thing, your offer does no good here. We might not survive the next day with that [i]hells beast[/i] still around." 

She flinched at his tone causing Jeb to sigh, his eyes turned to the side. Even Gomes became quiet and adjusted his mask again. A dark sense of defeat bled from the men before her. Jeb was the first to break out of it. He straightened himself up before casting her an apologetic look. "Sorry, lil' tense, you know? Livin' this way isn't easy." 

[color=#cbc66d] "I suppose. I'm not going to help with the gunpowder or any weapons, but I'll see what I can do." [/color] Hopefully the thresher too, she added silently. [color=#cbc66d] "I need to get going."[/color] 

Jeb nodded, but he didn't comment farther. A part of Roslyn pitied the pirates as she realized they were going into a fight with little to no hope of surviving. The amount of gunpowder and supplies proved that. She wasn't sure they deserved this, despite their life choices. Some like Jeb had accepted the grim reality. Others, tried to pretend it didn't exist and enjoy their remaining time. She walked out back the way she came while she heard Jeb turn his attention back to Gomes. 

"Mate, next time I'll find a Virangish pepper n' shove it so far up yer ass, you'll be shittin' fire for months..." [/hider]