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Whoops. So she'd lied a little. And exagerrated. A little. Well, maybe quite a bit. But one had to prove themselves, didn't they?

"If my crewmates are worth their salt, they can protect themselves. I'm all for loyalthy, but if it comes between my skin and theirs, I'd rather save my own. I'm not one to indulge in the superstition known as religion and believe in an afterlife. We die, and that's the end of that." Elizabeth snorted, her contempt for religion clearly showing thorugh. "Loyalty is a fine thing to have, if you deserve it. So now let me ask you something. Does your captain deserve my loyalty?" If only she knew that this Tracey, whose name she had not yet learned, had conflicting feelings about his captain...

"Ulysses? How apt." Elizabeth grinned. Despite the fact this man was irked at her, though he hid it well, she was amused. Men amused her to no end- they had no patience for anything, and thought themselves so clever! "Come outside then, and I'll pick a target."

Picking up her bow and breezing out the door, Elizabeth eyed the tavern and surrounding area. There was nothing really suitable... Though she could always William Tell the whole process. Picking up the remains of a glass, she weighed it in her hand. "My friend," she said to the general air, not even bothering to see if Tracey had followed, "Put this on your head."

"Loyalty is a two way street," Elizabeth intoned. It was a lesson forced into her head at an early age, one of the small proverbs she had had to learn as a child, though it was an odd one. Children were expected to be loyal to their parents, yet their parents did not have such bonds... But now was not the time to puzzle out childhood and its many mysteries.

"Your choice." Elizabeth shrugged, though the blood lust died down in her eyes. This man was taking away all her fun! Picking up the mug, she carefully placed it a distance away from the tavern, on a tree stump. Picking up her bow, she drew back, relaxing, tightening her back muscles... and let fly.

The arrow did hit the glass, though not perfectly on center. She was far enough away though to let it slip, though she mentally scolded herself. It had been far too long since she had had a proper target to focus on. This was inexcusable. Elizabeth expected perfection from herself at the one thing she found she had a talent for... even if she was a bit 'blooming nut's. "Well, it's not my best shot, but I hit the mark."

"I'm rusty. Once I get back into shape, I'll be fine." Again Elizabeth shrugged. It seemed to be a gesture she was particularly fond of.

"Dragon-kin?" Elizabeth pondered for a moment. What an odd question! "I don't really know much about them. I think a few of the merchants and buys my father had dealt with may have been dragon-kin, but I don't know. They don't bother me, if that's what you mean. Long as they don't eat virgins." That same wicked grin flashed across Elizabeth's face. "I'd like to meet one personally, talk with it. I wonder what life is like for them. Too many have silly prejudices regarding people who aren't of our race. Pah."

Tolerance was another lesson Elizabeth had learned at a young age, and she quite liked that one.

Wren laughed softly and couldn't help but gently pet Gabriel's head as he bowed. "No need to bow lover, I am nothing of noblity" Smiling softly, Wren had some how manage to slide her dagger from her boot again and was now holding it tightly againist her back. Glancing around Wren kept the same slightly uneased smile on her face, as she turned her head to look at Gabriel. "Where's your captian love?"

Annie could barely contain herself. Had she been younger and more spry, the woman would have probably pranced over to the newcomer straight away. A captain in The Cutlass, this would surely turn into quite an evening. "Welcome to me fine establishment, Cap'n. I be the owner, Mrs. Wells, but ya can call me Anchor Annie. What'll ya have ta sate your lusts after a long voyage?" With a wink, Annie ushered the Captain to the finest of the private tables and whistled for a couple of idle barmaids.

Ara nearly dropped her mug of rum as a captain walked in. Nearly every one seemed to notice her, barmaids rushing about to make sure that she was served, the owner making sure she was seen. Just about every pirate in the place wanted in on her good side, if she had a good side. And that included Ara. But waiting till she wasn’t bombarded would most likely make a better impression. She checked the coin bag that she carried, just enough to make an impression to. She sighed and continued with her rum.

Katherine smirked inwardly as the owner nearly fell over herself to make the captain welcome, though she kept a disinterested expression fixed on her face. It wouldn't do to have them feel too comfortable with a supposedly dangerous captain. After all, Katherine had a reputation to uphold. "Whatever slop you're serving. And fast. I'm not here to wait around."

Belying the sharp words, Katherine carelessly set a generous pile of coins on the table in front of her. She was well aware of the stares it attracted, and well pleased with them. When the young lad she recognized from her own ship brought forth a wench, Katherine was quite sure he was going to offer the girl's services for the night. She was thus quite surprised to hear what followed.

Annoyed, Katherine didn't bother to mask her irritation. "If you've got something to say, say it. I'm no proper lady at any rate."