You just told me I am the doctor, do my job. I am doing as you command! *pouts insolently*

I much rather prevent the crew from breaking *huffs* And since when is the medic the rum procurer? Isn't that the cook's job?

Fergus often was the cook.....but now he has mysteriously disappeared *pouts* As for Tessa....she is fierce in battle and loves weapons. She however has just passed out from all the rum so you shall have to ask her the details some other, slightly more sober time *grabs Tessa and hauls her to her bunk*

*pulls Marvel out of her pocket and sets him on the side of the ship for some fresh air*

Indeed. She is quiet something else, when she is conscious. Has saved me quiet a few times in your absence from the dreadful sort of pirates. *smiles and blushes*

You give up? You give up what?

He likes being in my pocket I swear! And he is quite handy with a needle and thread when I need to stitch someone up....and that she is. Always ready for adventures and rum. Except for when she drinks all the rum and passes out, leaving no more rum to be had.....

Why do I feel like it might be a smart idea to tie you both to your beds and lock your rooms when you pass out??? Would save me an awful lot of hassle...

*shakes her head* Men!!! Notice I am tying Tessa down too. Leaving you both alone. In your separate rooms. Until you both calm down. *sighs dramatically*

*screams in frustration, stomping her foot, then blushing, flustered.* The tying you and her down? Business. Not pleasure. Got it, Captain? If I don't, I will have two dead crew members...

Marvel, dear, don't mind the Captain.....this happens occasionally when he has too much rum. He forgets that I am a lady.

That I am. You would be too, if you had been raised in what could have passed for a convent. *frowns* Thank god that is behind me!

*giggles* *swigs some rum*

*waves the bottle around* What does it look like I'm doing? *sips*

Dear God, I want to thank you that the rum is not gone tonight.....*sways a tad*

After that fiancé, I think I shall take a break from men for awhile...they are all either too boring or too wild for me....*hiccups*

Marvel, dear.....you are a man, but you are like a pet...not the sort of man finding the captain thinks I need to do...*blushes*

*swigs some rum*

(I cleaned up the non dragonfly stuff and sent you a message, captain :) )

He was away on business! Thankfully I hid this large bottle of rum from Tessa and crew....*passes it to Sir Eddie* What a celebration!

*giggles* That I have.....he rather approves of Tessa, and isn't quite sure what to make of Marvel yet. He IS a peculiar little fellow, although I am quite taken with him.

*pats marvel on the head* Why shouldn't I? You keep me entertained with your shenanigans on long voyages and can even help with sewing projects....fabric...or otherwise....*eyes up Sir Eddie and the Captain* They always seem to need some patching up....

*rolls eyes* Captain, you know as well as I do that when a drunken raid goes down, I am left stitching up anyone that has an ounce of testosterone.....*giggles* Probably Tessa too, in the next raid. That girl is a firecracker indeed!

Drunk monkey indeed. Sir Eddie, did you know that that girl single handedly drank the last 10 bottles of rum(other than the secret stash) last night???

It is spectacular, let me assure you *smiles and steals the bottle of rum from Sir Eddie*