#ro 2

“Look Ro, all I’m saying is my entire livelihood is at stake here. If you don’t help me, I could very well die.” It could not be said by anyone that Lee Packett didn’t have a flare for the dramatics. Especially given the threat in question was mostly to do with getting him laid -- or a date, as he was putting it.

Maybe it was age, maybe it was the fact that she always found herself more sensitive around the holidays, or maybe she was simply sick of the idiotic pirates on her crew, especially the one standing in front of her now who had been the cause of two of her men currently in custody, Nadia only just managing to talk herself out of handcuffs. She could excuse a lot, and maybe that had been her downfall, trusting in her crew, to the point they thought she were soft, to the point they could screw her over like this. 

There would be no more of that. She had just finished giving him a piece of her mind, and ten minutes to get all of his things and get off her boat before his punishment became more severe. She watched as he scurried away until he was out of her sight. It was only then that she let her shoulders slump, letting out a sigh as she brought her hand up to run over her face. “I need a fucking drink,” she muttered. She’d allow herself this moment and then she was head to the inn.