(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

like we've hit reality!"
Sailors scramble along the deck, dropping ropes so that they might shimmy
down. They are draped in blue and gray, sliding down gracefully like a dozen
spiders. Their leather shoes pad along the ground softly.
"Jeanette!" Shara Six-Blades snarls, "Damn you, girl! What trouble have you
brought upon me now?!"
With that a young woman slides down one of the ropes, her navy-blue coat
fluttering behind her. Those peach-colored hands look much too soft to be
those of a pirate's, and the lace cuffs at her wrists look too prim and neat.
The hat she wears holds three feathers, blue, green, and red, obscuring her
face.
She swings her head back, looking up with a mad, pearly grin. The woman is
pretty, with a pointed freckled nose and a heart-shaped face framed with
light brown curls. Her face would be perfectly girlish if it wasn't for the
blue-white eyepatch covering the left side of her face.
"These days the name's Jeanette Dovelle Four-Winds, Shara Six-Blades," she
laughs, "I added the last part so that I might beat you in names, at least."
Shara growls, "There is only one thing keeping me from killing you and your
pirates. You'd best convince me there's more than that."
Jeanette smiles, "How about we call our debt even then?"
"Not good enough."
"Well I added to your bar. You can keep the ship... build around it and add
those three decks. It'd double your space and add a magnificent feature,
wouldn't you say?"
Shara scoffs, "A vessel protruding from the outer wall of my bar?
Preposterous."
"You might be surprised. Besides, by the look of it not a single one of your
patrons was killed. Well, except for this one at least," she gives the body a
swift kick.
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