Pace had always said she'd be on no crew lead by no male, and she would be no corsair and serve no male. Very luckily for her, about the time she had to make a decision, she had found Black Molly. It was either Molly or lower her standards to fit the bill and get out as quickly as she could. This didn't mean that she had no respect for males or that her own private preferences in the dark had any play in the matter, she just felt that she had so much more to prove and the gull to follow through with her word. Daddy didn't raise no quitter.
Poor grammar aside, so far Arrows felt like she was doing an adequate job so far while the crew was still assembling of fitting into the crowd with the rest of the crewmen. But she didn't just want to be a crewman, she wanted to be a Captain and fit in with them. This wasn't quite as easy done as it was said, it was a little alluring of a feat. Every morning when she awoke she strapped on her large tortoise shell and felt the connection to the pirate way, she had earned her place as a crewman even though she was a female. It wasn't through her father's status but through her tenacity, strength of character and methodological ways that fueled her fire and ambition for higher ranks. (Symbolized by the gods with an arrow through her tortoise shell. )
After her meeting with Captain Molly, Arrows found herself taking the long route back to her den along the beach. It was a common spot for pirates to gather on nice days like this, followed by evenings in the pub. The words of her Captain captured her thoughts, loosing herself into her world. How was she going to move forward in life?
Andranis