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Trinity Faith Morain

Trinity's cheek was still burning and she would probably need to ice it or something. As that Isabel girl walked up to her, she knew that the girl was a little too drunk for anyone's liking. The girl drew her sword and Sterling did as well. However, before anything could happen, Trinity stepped calmly in between the two, facing Sterling. "Are ya really gonna fight a young girl Sterlin'? You really are a coward," Trinity sneered at Sterling who placed his sword back near his hip and sneered back at her. Once more, his face got dangerously close to Trinity's and she could smell the heavy liquor he had been drinking. "You'll pay you stupid wench." As Sterling turned and drunkenly stumbled out of the bar with only two of his men following, Trinity turned to the rest of the crew. "The ship's gone boys and so is our captain. Sorry," Trinity said sarcastically. The crew began to laugh with glee, for everyone had always hated Sterling even when he was their co-captain. As the crew went back to drinking and laughing, Trinity turned back to the girl. She looked on angrily at her, but also with a bit of sympathy. "First, don't challenge that guy. He ain't worth it, darlin'. 'Nd second, ya really shouldn't be drinkin'." A slow smile crept on to Trinity's face and she put a hand on the girl's shoulder to keep her from wobbling. This girl was definitely going to need a lot of help. "Now how 'bout ya put that damn sword away hon."