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The galley was a mess. The cook was disorganized and disgusting. Supplies had been hastily procured and loaded and he was overwhelmed, not having been prepared for their sudden departure. Dania took one look at him and told him to get out and go take a bath. Her association with Alyssa had gone a long way to restoring her self esteem and confidence.

"A bath!" he cried in horror. "Why, that ain't natural!"

"Then take a shower.  I saw one on deck.  Get after it."

"No pointy eared young slip of a girl is going to tell me what to do in me own galley," growled the cook, picking up his favorite weapon, a nasty cleaver with bits of meat and grime stuck to it.

Dani pulled her daggers in one smooth motion and kicked the cleaver from the man's hand. She held the blades at his throat, scissor fashion. They were long and razor sharp. "Do as I say.  We won't eat in this filthy hole with food cooked by a filthy pig.  You clean yourself up.  I'll clean up this skeever hole."

The cook was not a brave man. He'd been prepared to intimidate a girl, not a warrior. He slunk away. Dania threw the nasty stew over the side, fetched clean water and started over.