Snippet #1252123

"Clean up this mess."

That was the order Lola was given, granted, it was so broad that it meant the girl would go above and beyond what was expected of her. Really the Captain probably would have been content with her removing the teeth from the table, a remnant of the brawl that had transpired the night before. Lola, however, was no content with this. No. Things were dirty, things were a mess, and it was her job to make things shine. Unfortunately, this was a pirate ship and there was no feasible way that the young woman could get it all done in just a day. She was already on the third wash rag, the other two being stained disgusting shades of brown and black, and was scrubbing vigorously at what she assumed were bloodstains on the floor.

Had she not been interrupted by the sound of footsteps (pegsteps?) coming down the stairs she'd have gone on in such a way for hours on end. Putting the rag back into the bucket Lola straightened up, resting her hands on her lap as she looked up at the Peg-legged pirate who seemed excited. This worried Lola somewhat, as usually when one of the crew looked excited it either meant she was going to get brutalized in some way or things were about to start exploding. Neither of the two options Lola found to be particularly pleasing seeing as she was usually left to make those exploding things go "boom".

"Lola!" He shouted, causing her to recoil backwards a little, her hands coming up to her chest. Lola wasn't a fan of shouting, or fast movement, or bad hygiene, or. . . .well, almost anything that could be found on the ship.

"Yes sir?" She squeaked out, attempting to twist her expression into one that wasn't of complete and utter worry. She preferred to do her job with some semblance of a smile as she was taught to do by previous owners though smiles were few and far in between on the Revenge. At least for Lola they were.

"I've got a job for you do." Lola could feel her heart sink a bit. Things were about to explode. Things were about to get horrible. Whenever someone other than the Captain had a job for her to do it usually meant the ship was being whisked away into a horrible world full of looting, injury, untidiness, and death. But, more importantly, untidiness.

A few minutes later Lola was standing next to Pegleg, rocket in hand(s) looking a bit faint as she smiled weakly. Out of having to shoot a gun, fire a canon, or send off a rocket, the third of the three was her least favorite. There was a lot that could go wrong and Lola certainly didn't want to lose a finger. Had it not been for the fact that she'd likely get beaten our chained up to the mast for insubordination she may have considered talking her way out of it.

"You know what to do Lola." Pegleg grumbled.

"I wish I didn't sir." She muttered under her breath. Lola tried to keep her hand steady as she lit the fuse for the rocket, and bolted as soon as she could and as fast as her legs could allow her. Lola didn't have much of an idea of what was about to go on, she didn't really care to know either. In many occasions ignorance really did prove to be bliss. If she was lucky no one would order her to be actively involved in whatever pirate escapades were about to transpire and she could hide in the Captain's quarters where she could hide and fold clothes.