[angry audio - action for her crewbies]

[myfayevalentine]

Thank fuck that's over. The ungrateful brats.

You cook for them, you clean for them, you keep them safe from harm. And how do they repay you?

...

By holding knives at your throat and making threats to kill you. Little shits.

*Probably, that'll be the last time she tries to be nice to anyone. Her crew might have noticed that she's been keeping herself locked away and in hiding on the ship. She's not leaving for anything, at least for now*
 

Comments

[Voice]

[myfayevalentine]

Not that. That's different. But that's the last time I try to be cute with anything.

...yeah, okay. Sharp and pointy. Whatever.

[Voice]

[redcinemareel]

You were doing well until you ran away. Poor Cape Lady!

[Voice]

[myfayevalentine]

...

...

*As far as Faye's concerned, all of that was one big embarrassing failure*

Whatever. It's finished. Everyone's fine.

[Voice]

[redcinemareel]

It's good that we're all so eager to move on! [Although Grell is secretly proud of her smaller personality.]

We're going to set sail soon. Please assist with preparations.

[Voice]

[myfayevalentine]

Yes.

*No more talking about it cause it's too embarrassing*

Where to now?

[Voice]

[redcinemareel]

West. It's time we restocked our bourbon, since it keeps disappearing.

[Voice]

[myfayevalentine]

Good idea. The bourbon does seem to go rather fast on this ship.

*Nopes. Disappearing bourbon sure has nothing to do with her*

[Voice]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell could take a good guess about where it all goes.]

The island we're heading to is famous for its bourbon. The locals are a hairy bunch, with a hairpin trigger finger.

[Voice]

[myfayevalentine]

Is that so? Sounds like my kinda island.