Lieutenant Leenaya Edrei - Armed to the teeth
Leenaya Edrei
Edrei: Yeah, you got the gist of it. So this is ::pointing to the end of the dock:: our ship, and we're basically free to do whatever we want with it. ::she started walking around, excited:: We can go on a treasure hunt for a bunch of gold, help the merchants and deliver some rum to lonely people on some islands, fight some angry skeletons, or even just fight other people sailing the seas and steal their treasures. Whatever appeals to you the most.
Sherlock: I think ::beat:: I'm going to enjoy this.
Aine grinned and adjusted her hat. Lee could see she was getting excited about this too, and she matched her grin. This was everything the Betazoid hoped for.
Aine then pointed towards an island in the distance.
Sherlock: That's where we find our treasure.
Edrei: There?
It didn't look too promising, with that smoke rising from it, but she'd trust her - she'd agreed to come live this adventure with her, after all.
Sherlock: I'm sure of it. But...
She tilted her head questioningly.
Edrei: But?
Sherlock: ...I need a cutlass.
She grinned. She had expected that.
Edrei: If that's all you're asking for...
She motioned Aine to follow her. She led her further down the beach and up the stairs to what she knew was a shop selling weapons for the pirates they were. The shopkeeper nodded at them in greeting and went back to drink whatever was in his mug. For such a small shop, there was a disturbing amount of weapons, with chests overflowing with pistols, others with some kinds of sniper rifles in every colour you could possibly want. This couldn't be secure at all, and she shivered, glad to have the holodeck safeties on.
And finally, on the wall were the cutlasses, neatly aligned in no particular order, but of all kinds and colors.
Edrei: Do any of them suit your taste?
Sherlock: Response
Edrei: Oh yeah, that one's really nice. Makes you look badass and everything.
She looked around and a pretty short but rough-looking cutlass with a dark red handle caught her attention, and she carefully picked it up. It felt pretty even balanced to her, at least from her basically nonexistent knowledge in the matter.
Sherlock: Response
She smoothed her coat with her hand.
Edrei: Of course. I'm going for the whole mysterious-but-dangerous kind of pirate.
Sherlock: Response
She sheathed the cutlass and turned back to Aine.
Edrei: Anything else you want? Don't tell me you're gonna leave without a firearm.
Sherlock: Response
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