Snippet #1887501

“Mine! It doesn't leave this cabin!” That made her angrier than she had been in a long time, and and angry Kaitsu in and of itself was a rare thing to behold. However, this man, it seemed, had a great talent for angering people. And, for the first time in many years, Kaitsu was angry.

"Mine, you say?" Each word was accentuated by a menacing step towards the drunkard. "Doesn't leave the cabin, you say? Who are you to command me, sir?" It was spat out like sour wine from Kaitsu's mouth, the mocking pleasantry. She had little to no tolerance for this man anymore. Setting bottles down as she advanced, Kaitsu subtly placed four knives in each hand, not showing them quite yet for maximum effect.

"You, sir, have been placed under my command, and do you, sir understand what a bo'sun's job is, aboard a ship?" An eerie smile grew slowly on her lips and her teeth glinted black and sharp under the dim light in the cabin, and in that moment, she looked as big and terrible as any other being. "Well, I'll tell you anyway. My job aboard this ship, is to keep it moving efficiently, without any problems, and problems are defined by myself as anything that ruins such an efficiency. You, sir, are one of those problems. And, would you like to know the other job of a boatswain? The other job that has been so granted to my, by the power of the Captain and the Queen who funds this ship, is punishment of unruly crewmembers who disobey the laws of the ship as set down by Captain or Queen."

She flicked her wrists in an exaggerated movement and the four knives in each hand appeared seemingly out of nowhere and held between her fingers as if a mockery of glinting claws. She was angry enough that it disrupted her logical mind, though it was still efficient as it was used to put on a bit of a show.

"Now, sir, do you think that you can question mine or my Captain's authority on this ship to take a passenger," this grated on her tongue as the woman was obviously more capable, "where we so please?" Her voice had taken a sudden turn from promised-threat to sickeningly-sweet, and that was most definitely the scarier of the two. Kaitsu patted his cheek lightly with her knives and they were so sharp that three small lines of flowing red appeared on his cheek and one on the side of his neck, just where a killing blow to the jugular would be.