Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-11457306-20150104020213

Kaila finished her stew and then took her rum down to her seaman's chest in the crew quarters, where she locked it in. She changed into what she called her working clothes, much more suited to grunt labor on the deck than her current garb. Her hat went into the chest as well and she tied a scarf around her head instead. Then she made her way back up on deck, where she asked the Mate if he had anything he wanted done.

She would rather have gone down to ogle the prisoner, but she had already embarrassed herself enough today. Shucking off work was not going to win her any points.