Snippet #831875

Felicia hated the Chosana Ocean. Hate, hate, hated it. She even for seafaring, ocean-hardened pirates like her crew and herself, she she found the salt air to be a damning factor. Not only was it annoying, it dried everyone out rather quickly and water was definitely something that was everywhere, but there truly was not a drop to drink. Manning the controls of her ship Felicia lay lazily on the wheel, the top part of her body sprawled out rather than standing as she let out a deep sigh. Disgruntled, salty and unable to see Corosav in the distance, she let out a rather unpleasant grunt.

"Mister Ryan!" she yelled from her position at the ships' control and within seconds a tall, athletically built man with a bandanna covering his shaved head and tanned skin rushed onto the deck.
"Yar, Cap'n!" yelled the man up to Felicia. Here eye trailed down towards the man, her uninterested countenance not lifting from her face.
"How much longer, Mister Ryan? Till we get to Corosav?" she said, moving her gaze forward once again towards the never-ending blue. The pirate lad sighed, and looked away from his captain for a moment.
"Well, from what the crow's nest says he still can't see it anywhere and according to the map we're still a way away. Maybe a day or two." he said, reluctantly, before remaking eye contact with Felicia's person.

Felicia sighed again, she knew what Ryan had said was true but she simply did not want to believe it. She used her hand to wave at Ryan in a way as if to say 'shoo, go away'. Mister Ryan then rushed back off to his post. With a crew of only ten, consisting of both men and women, she always kept her eye on everything on at all times. Such a low count of people in her crew meant that everything needed to be done right and done where and when it needed to be. She herself was always at the controls, able to overlook everything her crewmates were doing. One of the strangest things about the Iron Skulls was that Felicia had no true 'first mate', partly because she saw all her crewmates as 'equals' and partly because she didn't trust anyone enough to give them that much power. Power meant that loyalties would be split and the fact the Felicia always had her hands in everything on the ship made sure that no one truly was given the upper hand except for her. She wanted to always maintain control of her crew and not be left to die this time. Though, for now, she would simply sail these salty seas with her crew. Maybe make some dinner in a while. Either way, she still didn't like this sea. Not one bit.