[[Dizzy]] All Aboard! [[JohnD]]

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Lillian smirked as she saw the string of prisoners her crew pulled in. She wasn't as barbaric as some captains were--not even taking prisoners and instead letting those that oppose them die in the sea--however she wasn't a fool. Most of them would die as the government types rarely turned pirate very easy and she had no use feeding those who refused to work for her. It was strange seeing a military ship out so far in known pirate territory. She was a speedy ship with a witchwood mass and bright blue sails, however she was by no means prepared. Lacking both crew and guns Lillian's Starlight had no problem taking her over.

The battle lasted only a couple hours if that, before the other side conceded. The Starlight had a crew of about 120, making her a large ship and generally thought of as an easy target. But she was fast and had twice the amount of cannons as a ship her size should have any right having. The Starlight was just one of the four ships that flew her sails (A silver star on a crimson field) however it was the only one she would never let her crew pilot alone.

As the prisoners boarded she stopped one of her crew, a wiry youth with brown hair and pale green eyes. She had tied the previous captain with a length of rope around his neck making a leash, and his hands were tied behind his back. His clothes were a little bloody--suggesting he fought--however he showed no sign of serious injury. "And who might you be?" The pirate captain mused to the man, nodding her head slightly to the girl holding his leash to give him some room.

 

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The brunette holding his leash, made a move to pull him back but Lillian raised a hand calmly a small smile across her face. "The Captain? Surly you know that the Captain of The Starlight is one of the more ruthless criminals out there. Tales of rape, pillage, and even blasphemy follow in the path of this great ship you now you find yourself on. Captain." She punctuated with an icy malice that seemed to creep into her entire countenance. A few of the crew paused in their duties to listen to the conversation, waiting for their beloved leader to strike out and draw first (and most definitely last) blood.

"What makes you think that you are even worthy to speak to a leader such as the Captain? Certainly you aren't much of a man--you barely put up a fight. I smell the stink of some rich aristocratic boy who fancies himself a sailor and decides to put the lives of his crew, himself, not to mention his daddy's purse in serious jeopardy, in order to prove just how big and tough he is. Now the romantic in me must ask, why?" she turned her back to him, resting her arms on the rail of the starboard side, a small chuckle escaping from her coldly. "Why would some immature, impulsive, little rich boy, decide to put all that on the line to come out here? I am guessing it's for some girl. Likely some spoiled little flower with a family full of gold and a head full of air--am I close?" She finished turning around, eyebrow raised. "It certainly wasn't for some foolish fancy of trying to meet Captain Ironbones herself was it? Because if so, you have made a very very bad impression indeed." Crossing her arms she waited for him to put two and two together, and glanced at some of the stunned crew members who quickly got back to work.