02-07-2021, 01:12 AM
The man was odd, that was for sure. When he turned on her and gave his reason why he wouldn't play, Vigdis laughed. It was slow to start, her big dark doe eyes wide with surprise. Her mouth slowly regained that impish quality as the laughter bubbled out of her. She covered her mouth with a gloved hand when others started to turn their way, her laughter coming straight from her belly. It was an infectious laugh, one that tended to make others smile and want to join in the fun.
"Ye won't play Who-Be-The-Better-Sneak 'cause ye think yerself ugly?" her eyes were starting to water with amusement. This man really had no idea what ugly was if he thought it was him. Granted he wasn't handsome and she wasn't attracted to him sexually, Vigdis had definitely seen far worse. "Matey, ye've some ridiculous notions if ye believe a pair of people must both be attractive to run a rig. No one's proposin' marriage here or that we sleep together. Jus' a bit of fun 'fore me ship returns to the sea."
"Name's Vigdis the Darlin' of the Crimson Ghost," she offered her hand to him in a formal introduction, offering the Pirate name given to her by her shipmates. She was a darling, it wasn't a lie. It was meant to not entice fear by itself. Helped people put their guards down before she robbed them or slipped a dagger around their neck. She preferred not to take a life but had no qualm about it if it meant keeping hers or someone who held her loyalty. "Ye may call me Vigga."
The Crimson Ghost wasn't as well known as a few other ships, but in the right circles it's name came up. It's crew was ruthless and it's Captain well earned his name, Grey Rob the Feared. Perhaps, being a private investigator, he had heard of it. She didn't understand the landfolk and their focus on appearance. Almost half of the crew of her ship were scarred in someway or another. Vigga had a few of her own from some close calls with sharp blades or well aimed barrels. A handful of her shipmates were permanently disfigured and in far worse condition than Marcus. Perhaps knowing she came from a pirate ship, and that specific one, he'd understand her amusement.
"Ye won't play Who-Be-The-Better-Sneak 'cause ye think yerself ugly?" her eyes were starting to water with amusement. This man really had no idea what ugly was if he thought it was him. Granted he wasn't handsome and she wasn't attracted to him sexually, Vigdis had definitely seen far worse. "Matey, ye've some ridiculous notions if ye believe a pair of people must both be attractive to run a rig. No one's proposin' marriage here or that we sleep together. Jus' a bit of fun 'fore me ship returns to the sea."
"Name's Vigdis the Darlin' of the Crimson Ghost," she offered her hand to him in a formal introduction, offering the Pirate name given to her by her shipmates. She was a darling, it wasn't a lie. It was meant to not entice fear by itself. Helped people put their guards down before she robbed them or slipped a dagger around their neck. She preferred not to take a life but had no qualm about it if it meant keeping hers or someone who held her loyalty. "Ye may call me Vigga."
The Crimson Ghost wasn't as well known as a few other ships, but in the right circles it's name came up. It's crew was ruthless and it's Captain well earned his name, Grey Rob the Feared. Perhaps, being a private investigator, he had heard of it. She didn't understand the landfolk and their focus on appearance. Almost half of the crew of her ship were scarred in someway or another. Vigga had a few of her own from some close calls with sharp blades or well aimed barrels. A handful of her shipmates were permanently disfigured and in far worse condition than Marcus. Perhaps knowing she came from a pirate ship, and that specific one, he'd understand her amusement.
"There are few things as dangerous as curiosity, for it is never satiated and curious people are always coming up with more questions to ask."
