Laura gave the air a few practice slashes with the rapier, to test the length and heft. Her emerald eyes locked hawk-like onto the aforementioned schooner, boarding strategies ticked off one by one in her head. The calculated processes slipping away and continued on as she glanced back to the Cap-- Sarah.
"I will do my best," she stated with a curt nod, replacing the rapier carefully into its sheath. She would have felt more comfortable with a dagger, but somehow the sword instilled a sense of adventure rather than the comfort of a shorter blade. Like a lithe little spider she pulled herself up the netting on the aft mast, at least part of the way. It was a bit of an odd sensation knowing that, truly, she was floating in mid-air on something that weighed virtually nothing, but the tactile sensation was nearly flawless.
Laura let herself forget, for the moment, that she was in the danger room. Her heart embraced the whimsy and urged her to climb on just a short way. She could see the schooner almost clearly from there, no need for a telescope. Her expression was that of concentration, hard eyes locked on the target ahead.
With little warning she changed her hand position the rope, grasping the side awkwardly before swinging around and hurling herself back to the center of the Poop deck. Her little display of athleticism was clearly unneeded, but it made her feel good. In no small fashion she realized that's what this whole thing was about. Feeling good. And training, of course, but for now the anticipation of the hunt was on her. Training could wait.
She gave an awkward nod to Sarah, as if apologizing for her little stunt - a "sorry, but I'm not sorry" sort of gesture. "How do you repair the damage to your ship?" She queried with due curiosity. One would assume you'd have to sail the thing into a port, but this was a different animal altogether, perhaps there was another way to do it from the sea? It wasn't really appealing to sail a ship full of cannon holes simulation or not. Not that it would dictate her strategy too much.
A cautious hand graced one spoke of the wheel and her heart beat slightly faster as if there was truly something on the line. "Thank you for showing this all to me, Ms. Covenry ," she glanced back at her teammate, feeling almost odd for remembering to say so while gearing up to steal a ship and masquerading as a pirate.
Assuming that Sarah meant for her to pilot the ship in stepping away Laura grasped the wheel firmly, staring to guide the ship towards the perilously hopeless schooner in the distance. Her plan, which may have been needlessly complicated, was to come around to the starboard of the other ship- or at least feign doing so. At the last moment she would cross the other ship's wake and give them a full blast of firepower from the rear, provided the canons could fire in order rather than all at once...
In the chaos of all that, she decided, that would be the perfect time to sidle up next to her and finish off the remaining crew.
"We are going to come around on the starboard, fire at the rear for as little damage to your ship as possible, and then peel to their port and finish off the...scoundrels," Laura summated with her eyes still locked on their prey and, subsequently, her first ship.
