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Eliza grimaced. Clearly she'd been laboring under the assumption, or at least the hopes, that an outsider like Murdock wouldn't have learned of her... colorful past, already.
But she pressed on, "Indeed your observations are on point, Captain Murdock; I very much can hold my own in a fight. These bottom feeders love the part of the story where the mighty are brought low, but before that, and the reason I was even able to hold Conningham's gaze, was because I was on his security team. I didn't inherit this position, I earned it; by foiling an assassination plot on his life. Nor did my contributions end from there. Once, we were on a diplomatic mission on our way to the Atoll of Port Call when we encountered a Smoker reconnaissance patrol. We tried to avoid them, but once they caught sight of the quality of our vessel, they saw the opportunity for a fat ransom and gave chase. Things might have gotten hairy had they not broken off pursuit... after I shot their squad leader in the chest with a hemlock-laced dart at 250 yards. That wasn't just luck. Before I became the mayor's bodyguard, I was a bounty hunter, and I took down targets at 100 yards on multiple occassions. On another occasion, a band of burgulars broke into the mayors penthouse on my shift. I incapacitated two of them before backup arrived and we apprehended them. So you see Captain Murdock, I'm not just good in a fight, I'm extremely good..."
She then leaned back in her chair, and crossed those shapely legs of hers. Clearly a two-pronged attack was underway. Which, considering he found most of her exploits to be exaggerated at best, wasn't the worst strategy ever.
Fuck! He'd need another glass of alcohol to make it through this. So he gestured to the barkeep, who timely delivered it. A tiny rivulet trickled down from the corner of his mouth as he downed half the glass in one go.
"Impressive as all that sounds, what do you have to offer on days when the Dutchman isn't under attack by Smokers?" he asked.
"But outside of my martial excellence," she continued. "I also offer more than a modicum of sailing experience, having owned my own boat that I routinely took for a spin until, well, last week. Let's see, what else... Well, I'm pretty handy. I've modified, maintained, and upgraded my own crossbow for years; I have my own toolset, spare pieces, and everything. I read a fair bit of literature on the topic of mechanical systems, so I imagine I could find my way around other such weapons as well. Oh, and if you are willing to let me use some deck space, I have a decent mobile garden, with a number of useful herbs, flowers, and seeds for making things from lubricants and cooking oil to pain killers and poisons..."
"Hmmm...," he mussed thoughtfully.
She actually had more to offer than he'd expected. Maybe it was the booze clouding his judgement, but he felt sorry for her. Not that he was about to say so outloud, of course. But if he left here behind on that Atoll, he was condemning the girl to a life of abject destitution.
Eliza swallowed audibly, adjusted her posture, and met Murdock's grey eyes with her own amber eyes. He looked down at the remaining half-glass of cloudy liquid before him and slid it across the table to her.
"You'll be worked just as hard as any man," he said standing up and settling a wide-brimmed hat atop his head. "We set sail at sun up. Don't be late."
Hope she has more modest attire, he thought to himself as the door closed behind him.
By the time he'd made it back to the Flying Dutchman, it was dark. Rigs and Jay were busy chatting it up above deck. The former was fidgeting with some of the cordage on deck while the latter hauled some supplies onboard. He tipped his hat in greeting to the two but did not stay to chat. Instead, he headed below decks to his cabin. Early to bed, early to rise after all.
"No. Not until I find it...," the two crewmen might have overheard him say as he closed and locked the cabin door.
OOC: If there are no objections, I plan to set sail late tonight or tomorrow. Super excited about how well this is going, guys!