Xandra walked up with Kalie panting at her side, just as the sputtering man took a swing at one of her men. She merely watched as her crew aimed their blades at him, stopping him in his tracks. What struck her first was that he was handsome, despite having been likely adrift at sea for who knows how long. She cocked her head curiously. The rest of the crew who had been muttering amongst themselves silenced when they noticed her presence. They gave her wide berth as she walked up to the man. "Easy, Captain" called one of her men, a large man with skin black as pitch. Hakeem he was called, he had a deep voice, rumbling like thunder. Xandra sat nothing as she crouched before the man, her eyes drifting over him unabashed.
"Look alive, Pretty, You're lucky to be so." She said slapping the man's face a few times, not hard but not gentle either. She looked up at the sky and then back down at him. "Usually, my men are under orders of Give no Quarter, that means, if you aren't one of us, you die." She said simply, with a click of her teeth. She leaned down closer, and whispered. "And you aren't one of us. before standing, and taking a few steps before drawing her flintlock, pulling back the hammer and aiming it at his head.The crew stiffening with anticipation, Xandra wasn't exactly known for her patience and the crew knew this as well as the fact that she vetting her crew before they joined, also, she had a hair trigger.
Truth was, Xandra was curious, too curious to blow this man's head off. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't keel haul your pretty arse all over these waters..." She said, dark eyes narrowed. "You were the last crew, though none of us saw you, you were on that ship, the one we sank just a few days ago, these are the same waters, how you survived would be a good place to start."[/b] She said, her brow twitching as the pieces began to fall into the place in her head. He had to be with the last crew, otherwise he would have just been floating out here, like some goddamn mermaids, and these weren't the waters for the Fair Folk or their watery cousins.
"Speak now, Pretty, I haven't much for patience"