WarAngel

"Wit' this pack of rats? Not likely capn'. But I'll keep me eye out. Afraid I'm going to jump ship on you?" Cassandra smiled while stepping up to her captain and overlooking the map Marjia's port was always a fun stop and maybe she could keep an eye out for a pretty young thing to entertain her and the captain this time. "Some of the crew have yet to feel a warm embrace, much less the... luxuries of Marjia's port. Could give us time to enjoy ourselves as we resupply and maybe maybe listen for some soft targets on the trade lanes... I'm a bit eager for some action and I don't just mean fucking the tits off a lass."

(I was in the army, not the navy, so I have to research things! XD) The boatswain, Cassandra Lavule as a little girl had aspirations to be captain of her own ship. However one cannot simply take command of a vessel, it requires experience on the seas under the guiding hand of an experienced captain. Years ago she came under the command of Captain Venus. Crewmates came and went, along with opportunities to gain higher positions amongst other ships, but somewhere along the way somewhere... Cassandra's respect for Venus' leadership as captain, outweighed the desires of a captaincy for herself. After all this time on the sea Cassandra had come to learn the ship as well as her own body making her the perfect candidate for the bosun of The Monster. Cassandra heard the captain call for her and she quickly made her way across the deck of the ship stopping only to berate a shipmate who was not minding the rigging. "If you want your rum ration, I suggest you tie off the main sail! We still have a full day ahead and I won't have you stressing the lines!" Once the crewman had been corrected, Cassandra continued to the captain. The bosun had leather boots that were fraying around the edges suggesting their wear and tear throughout the years. Her pants were baggy and secured via a large belt around her waist with the cotton shirt tucked beneath. Her breasts were only hidden by the cotton fabric as her neckline was revealed just above the leather bandolier that carried her powder and shot for her flintlock pistol tucked into her belt. Her hair was tied into a ponytail on the back of her head with green determined eyes looking up to her captain. "Yes capn'?" Her voice was husky and low with a mild rasp that echoed her harsh lifestyle but also carried her respect for Venus and readiness to take orders.