“All hands, make ready! Bring us in close and prepare to board! I wish to do business with our esteemed merchant friends. First, a hush now for our Quartermaster,” The Captain spoke, his voice loud and proud. Xandra could only smirk. Adalrik wasn't going to say anything, he hardly did, she didn't know why the Captain felt the need to hush them as if he would say some sort of speech before battle as if some how this time would be different. Granted, she hadn't been aboard the ship very long, but this she knew as fact. She only wanted to hear three words. "Give No Quarter..." but that would be like hoping the sun would rise in the west.
Her eyes followed Adalrik as he moved about the ship, making his way toward the cannons, this part, she liked, she could feel the static in the air, the rush of coming battle. Her hands rose to the hilt of her dual blades at her hips, her muscles tensing beneath her skin, her breathing coming to her, long and deep as the wind blew her long dark hair, her blue green eyes narrowed with her lips in a firm line that hinted at amusement.
Watching Adalrik work was like watching swordsmith, it was violent as it was elegant as odd as it was. Not that she would ever let those words pass her lips, this was one of the few times, Adalrik didn't frustrate her very being. They had an odd relationship, starting from their first meeting, and had been growing ever more strange. She didn't bother with trying to make sense of it.
Turning her thoughts back to the task, she watched as the fog lifted and Adalrik prepared his shot, a few breaths and he fired, making Xandra smirk. Then the chaotic sounds of cannon fire, warmed her blood. Her fingers curled tighter around the hilt of her blades, waiting the coming bloodshed.