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The young woman walked up the stairs to the poop deck, turned quickly, and leaned against the railing, looking out on deck, watch crew members clean the deck and siding. She looked upon the port of Nassau, Bahamas and down the water that slowly became more clear at every inch of moment that the ship took. She whispered to the Pilot to make a slight turn of wheel, to straighten up to the far left port side, where it was less likely to have trouble from others.
As the sudden shift of direction laid to rest, she looked around, giving quiet orders to men here and there, hoping to have no trouble once getting to port. Sending out the orders, she was attempting to prepare to gather more supplies on board: livestock, yeast, and whatever else they could get. She wanted to invest into chickens, thinking it would be a good idea to get about fifteen, place them below, get enough eggs for the crew members and eventually have chicken to eat as well. They had a cow and goat below for cheeses and milks. On good days, she would have some cabin boys grab poles, go to anchor, and throw about four lines out for around three hours, bringing in enough fish for the crew to have a good meal for one day.
She tried her best to give the crew the best, for all the hard work and loyalty that they gave to the ship. Despite all of what she had to go through to be where she was, she kinda liked the lifestyle; and considering she was apart of a pirate crew for only six years of her life, she had gotten very far, and seen a lot of sea and experiences. Being on the sea for so long before piracy, she learned Italian trade works, and learned skills aside from pirate work.
Looking up, she saw the crew member in the crow's nest, looking vigorously at the port, and slowly make their way down, she walked down the stairs, and to the foremast, taking stand, and feeling the sea lapping up the front sides of the ship and the breeze moved through her long hair as the land seduced the ship towards her.
