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Jazz soon was please with the results her crew was making. And it showed as the ship slowed down, sails were tied, and soon enough the docked. "Lower the gangplank!" She shouted to no one in particular. Soon enough Bacon grabbed it along with Stevens and they dropped it down and steadied it. With them about to leave she then rolled her eyes, "Dismissed!" At that moment many rushed out of the boat and onto the docks. They were ported now and they would be back. Whoever didn't come back she looked for depending on rank and importance. The rest was something that Krell usually handled. Was it wrong for her to assume Krell would do it? Perhaps. But even when she would tell him not to he insisted. So after a while she just gave up.

Most of the pirates were pretty predictable to. EAch bounty they recieved they would split if it was unanimously found. Stuff they got away with by themselves they kept. Key word: get away with. If Jazz found out, she would often make sure that yellow-belly knew what-for. It was always interesting when she threatened or fought someone. It never got old when someone petite as her could still give a wallup to some big ol' brute.

A yawn escaped her lips soon after, not sure what her first-matewould be up to but only left him to his own devices of what he wished. The Captain instead went to her quarters to take care of some little things. Heading across the dock, she went inside the door and closed it behind her to lit-up area with a lot of luxuries of something similar to a bed, table and chairs along with chests and other small furniture. Some used to be the old captain's before Jazz took over his will.

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It didn't take long for the man to reply to Xenia's question. "Rare herbs, how so?" She asked him while standing there with curiosity. So far he hadn't threatened who she was or put her in an awkward position. So in the redhead's eyes... all was good. Yet of course good things never las for long. It came sooner than later that the man grew silent and he headed outside. Xenia was slightly surpised for a moment, but let him go on. Perhaps he would come right back.

Heading over to a table in the middle of her shop was things covered in nick-nacks chemicals, empty bottles, and drawers. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a pouch the size of an egg which sounded like beads were inside. With the silver still in her hand from Max, she opened her palm to reveal that it was now miniaturized from what it was prior. Placing the coin in the small back, she pulled the drawstrings and placed the back inside. No one would suspect a thing on where her valuables were now.