reigningterror:

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 ^{Appendages fold neatly and comfortably underneath her bosom,  ebony crown shakes in dismissal of her question.} 

^{❝I was waiting to see if you’d throw me off your— ship..❞}

  ^{A rather forced laugh as clad feet trekked further onto the ship, pulling a sheet of paper, neatly unfolding it.} 

          ^{❝It’s an infiltration, obviously. We’ll be meeting with another one of my clients that will give us a layout of their storage room under the ship’s deck.❞}

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                           ❝Trust me, I’d like ta’.❞

                           ❝But money is money. I’ll throw yer’ ass off afterwards.❞ There’s no sign of jesting upon visage; the pirate’s face is calm and very much collected like that of a mask. Moving, honey oculars gaze downwards at the paper. ❝What cargo does this ship carry? And how many men? Firearms? Canons?❞