[There is a lean blonde with her hair tied back running up the rigging of the ship like it's her job. Harnesses? Who needs a harness? She goes, rung by rung of the rope.]
Kiiiiiiidd. Kiddy Kidd Kiiiiidd.
C'mere you ball of feathers before I wring your neck.
[She's chasing a bright macaw that has settled itself on the topmost yardarm of the mainmast.
The height? Doesn't bother her in the slightest.]
2.
[Well, that was a nasty, hasty retreat the crew made, now wasn't it?
All of a sudden, the local government had been on a witchhunt, questioning outsiders and natives alike, searching homes and ships, looking for the wedding ring of the governor's wife. It was, apparently, a priceless family heirloom made of gold and sapphires.
And on the ship, not two days later, Parker can be found in her little corner of the crew quarters she claimed, sitting on the trunk no one else is allowed to touch, admiring a ring, examining it by candlelight.
After a moment, she frowns a bit.]
They're not even real sapphires.
3.
[If she's going to be a pirate, she's going to do it right.
So while the others on her crew have been "getting supplies" (she can happily make due with crushed hardtack, a bit of sugar, and maybe some fruit slices if they're around), she's stayed near the shore.
The chest she brought with her (which has always remained locked and she barely let anyone else even touch) is missing. And her clothes are covered in dirt.]
Parker - Leverage
Heeeere birdy birdy birdy.
[There is a lean blonde with her hair tied back running up the rigging of the ship like it's her job. Harnesses? Who needs a harness? She goes, rung by rung of the rope.]
Kiiiiiiidd. Kiddy Kidd Kiiiiidd.
C'mere you ball of feathers before I wring your neck.
[She's chasing a bright macaw that has settled itself on the topmost yardarm of the mainmast.
The height? Doesn't bother her in the slightest.]
2.
[Well, that was a nasty, hasty retreat the crew made, now wasn't it?
All of a sudden, the local government had been on a witchhunt, questioning outsiders and natives alike, searching homes and ships, looking for the wedding ring of the governor's wife. It was, apparently, a priceless family heirloom made of gold and sapphires.
And on the ship, not two days later, Parker can be found in her little corner of the crew quarters she claimed, sitting on the trunk no one else is allowed to touch, admiring a ring, examining it by candlelight.
After a moment, she frowns a bit.]
They're not even real sapphires.
3.
[If she's going to be a pirate, she's going to do it right.
So while the others on her crew have been "getting supplies" (she can happily make due with crushed hardtack, a bit of sugar, and maybe some fruit slices if they're around), she's stayed near the shore.
The chest she brought with her (which has always remained locked and she barely let anyone else even touch) is missing. And her clothes are covered in dirt.]
So, can we go now? I'm bored.